this is anger as beauty.

No sense in understanding when it all changes.
I've drifted away from the shore,
and stranded myself in the middle of lake.
The lake that's full of different traits of emotions.
Splashing me and making me feel a thousand things at once.
Over and over just taking me.

I can look around and see the sun shining ,
through the snow white clouds, the red maple tree's.
and the greenest of green grass known to myself.
but how can I feel so down when the suns shining so brightly?
It's not raining... does that make any sense ?
Cause it doesn't to me.

This is anger as beauty.
Some of which I don't understand.
but what do I ?