Random Word Poetry

This is just me writing a verse About whatever came up first when the dictionary gave me a random word Matricide It was all going well I'd never felt better I've been happy since we got together You were always there for me and have helped me to grow You gave me a feeling that I've never known Until tonight and what I saw was my saddest sight Instantly I knew I was going to do something bad tonight I saw you kissing her, did you forget you have a wife? I don't want to hear your apologies, or know if you feel bad inside So as soon as you came home and walked through the door, I grabbed the knife You tried to look at me, but the Blade was looking at your eyes I said "I hate you" and I jabbed your insides Pulled the blade out, I laughed, you cried I slowly watched your life begin to go, it wouldn't have came to this if you hadn't lied All you had to do was be faithful and tell her you have a wife But now my husband is dead and I'm a wife who's committed Matricide Hot-wire I didn't listen when people said "Don't go there" I wish I did, because now I'm in the middle of nowhere No friends with me, no phone no way of contacting loved ones It's cold and raining, there's a forest nearby which has noises coming from I'm shivering from the cold, but trying to carry on walking My fears are letting some scary thoughts in I'm trying to ignore them, and think about things that make me happy But it's difficult because I can't remember when someone last walked past me I just need someone to be here, and help me find my way home What if I don't get to say sorry for the things I said wrong? My head is full of images of the people I love most I ran away, but I now I need them most I'm just a 17 year old who was acting out and playing up If I get a next time, then my mouth will be staying shut I won't be saying much I can see a car park in sight, so I'm walking quicker My fears are lower and my hopes are getting bigger The car park is near empty, but I can see 2 cars with no people in I need to make it home, so I've got to break the law and commit a sin I know I shouldn't, but I've got to hotwire this car Its my only way to make it home I need to get my act right when i make it back tonight Thank you god, for giving me a chance to go home and apologize for my wrongs Intensive care-unit I put pen to paper as I find it therapeutic Without my pen and pad, I would be in an intensive care unit Go through my pad and see how much I share through it I challenge myself to get better, so I'm not comparable You'd need a miracle and 1 million wishes to be this lyrical Challenge me to a write off and your ego won't be repairable I'll give you a head start, write 100 poems in advance Hit me over the head with a dictionary and you still won't have a chance Writers block is a myth it doesn't exist When you have a drought with rhymes, I'll be flooding it Maybe I'm wrong for setting you a target you couldn't hit You could blindfold me and I still wouldn't miss Because I write quicker than Usain Bolt runs Filled in a 300 page pad in a day And I still had more to say When it comes to the greatest poets, maybe I won't be named as one Maybe I'm too vain for some Maybe I listen to, too much Hip-Hop, and they don't like that my poetry has a Hip-Hop vibe to it But if I get an idea, how could I not write to it Sometimes I like to have fun and not write about my troubled mind Maybe I focus too much on double rhymes But I grew up on Hip-Hop so it's kind of my thing You won't create your best work if you don't have the mind of a king