Its Just How I Am

Self destructive...
 that's me.
Today I'll be miserable
 when yesterday I was happy.
Someone throws one word at me
 and I'll come unglued for all to see.
or I keep my self segregated  
 hide myself in my room.
Write a poem
 it might make me feel differently
People say "It's therapy, just get it out"
 but it sure as hell doesn't work like that for me.
So, run to what you know best
 something beautiful and brown
all you need is $20 and a straw.
 That shit never lets me down
that's what is my flaw.
 I'm back to being sick in a while
Don't you fucking judge me, you assholes
 it's all a vicious cycle.
Self destructive
 that's me all the way
I hope for you if you ever meet me..
 I'm having one of my good days.