Anger boils like steam out of a pot
Frustration stirs a bucket of paint from a little dot
Sadness looms when something is gone
Despair onsets, when it seems nothing can be done
But still it is great when things arrive
And realization comes that you will survive
The pressures and struggles we all own
But prefer not to show, lest our dignity is flown
Far away, but we are wrong you see
The worst we can do is let our struggles be
In the struggle for passion