Caging angst...

Every now and then I have one of those days

Where nothing seems to go the way I'd planned 

In the past, these days would lead me to frustration 

I'd act out, hoping a hand would come 

And guide me through the storm 

But it seems these days are different 

Rather than getting all riled up and angry

I simply find myself sighing

Resigned to the fact that some things

Are just out of my control 

I don't act act in response

But instead find my emotions burning

And my frustrations inwardly mounting

Thus it seems that I've matured 

And learned to deal with adversity

But have I?

Simply because I keep much of my angst within?

Because it seems to me

Judging, at least, by the temperature 

From the boil within

That I'm just as affected as ever

That despite a newly discovered ability 

To keep my emotions caged

I'm still the same kid 

Looking for a hand to guide me 

Maybe this is maturity 

Learning to shut the hell up

While taking the bad in stride