Why do I feel like I'm banging my head on the wall?
I collect trouble like they're stamps or something.
I want to be a hurricane full of anger,
though the only one who suffers is me.
I always take care of my problems with fists.
I throw a fit, kick, shout, make a big noise.
I [always] think this way I've resolved all the wrongs,
but my heart is all the more tormented.
Something has made me bitter towards life,
seeing happiness makes me seethe in anger.*
It pains my heart to see others do well.
I want black clouds in the horizon.
I pray now for patience,
mental fortitude and balance
to take things as they come to meet me,
to fend off evil with Buddha's calmness.
Oh tell me how I could see the light!
Tell me the trick** to purity of mind!
Let wisdom defeat my mutiny!
Drive away the demons from this soul!
Drive away the demons from this soul!