This Is Poetry

On the verge of insanity, judging myself by the man in me, My judicial thoughts are overwhelming, it's like every time I stand I sink, I guess if life was all true, then it would all be wrong, We wouldn't have the hurt feelings, to make us strong, But, how are you gonna stand there and instist that I hear you out, I'm not gonna stand and listen, when all you do is scream and shout I've reached my boiling point, now I'm beginning to steam, My lungs are aching for air, but in my head I just wanna scream My life could go either way, just depends on my gravitational pull, I've been writing poetry since my days in gradeschool, But I'm not cool, I've never been, but this is the air I breathe, I didn't have to learn the alphabet, the alphabet learned me It's like, when I'm not writing I'm wearing a straightjacket, I'm held up in a ball and I'm stuck, it's like a bad habit I'm mad at it, but choose not to dwell on nothing, I'd rather be happy, But I won't be truly happy until I reach the top of the tree, this is poetry