Got Problems?

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.

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