It pains me to write sad poems.
Why?
Because later when i'm happy
I revisit them, I try
With remorse my heart blooms
Sadder than a blue lagoon
As happy as could be
As angry as a boiling kettle
Frothing frivolously  
hurt is an understatement for the wound in my back
There's nothing as consuming as the guilt in your heart sack
shame is a game i play quite often while at school
Cause homework is something that revulses
And stings like cosmic drool
Just for a moment i wish i could
Stop feeling all of these
Feelings are a curse wrapped gift
We all must have you see