More poems?
poems suck
I whine, I bitch
I don't really give a fuck
Am I supposed to feel better?
To channel out my rage?
Sitting here, by myself
In a nicely decorated cage?
Wierd, isn't it
How I begin
Here I am, in a poem
losing it all again
My temper, my rage
where the hell were you before?
It's too late to retaliate
you're not needed anymore
But now you're here
Like a man beside me
chastising the child
I'm sickly
Rain rain, go away
come back again some other day
When I am old,
And caress my soul from where I lay
I will die lonely
I know how I feel
I am steering
but can't find the goddam wheel.