Home-Made Lines

I feel accomplished After writing long series... For some odd reason Happy, then anguished Even when I'm done writing I tried my best - you? I feel incomplete Despite, writing songs...verses... I'm still on my feet After I write/type, I fin'lly rest my fingers This style is mine! Yikes! I feel this strange urge To write all that's on my mind Even pers'nal things Sad, then frustrated Cuz, lately, not good enough It's tough to be me Felt hated, betrayed Bullies call me sev'ral names My lines are home-made