My Rant Book (SPORADIC UPDATES)

poem I wrote a while back

A hit or miss.
Either way
It's gone to shit.

Every time
Every word
Crossed the line.

I'm sorry.
I can't help it.
I'm just me.

But you hate that.
So I just sit.
And light a match.

And watching the flame.
Somehow convinced
That I'm not insane.