Clear my head

Tying to decide Feelings I hide I have a hard time here inside These fellows are old They are always cold I try to keep myself calm On my nerves they are not the balm But they need help so I stay Not complaining really That would be silly Just so much on me at this time So I write a rhyme To clear my head Get lost instead Rather be out there But seems I care So I stay What a day Do this do that Can't find my hat Hey let me be I work for free So be nice You will turn my heart to ice Probably not Sometimes patients start to rot To keep up I have to trot I have no reason to be here Except I fear They do need me That I see Be awhile before Iam free Stuff I get myself into No reason to be blue Just need a moment I miss my tent I even pay rent Funny Do not want their money Just want to go home My forever roam But it is what it is This life is not bliss Do what you can Be a man Till not needed around Then off I will be bound Never to be found