another shitty poem

 
why must i write in words that rhyme?
it's a pain in the ass (most of the time)

trying to convey meaning with limited choices
showing my world through multiple voices

revealing the places that no one can see
picking to pieces the many parts that are me

lighting the darkness of angst and of fire
and darkening the light where there's more to admire

i'm always unsure of when i should quit
i'd have thought that by now you'd be sick of my shit

still, there's always more to it, whatever the reason
i offer offense in these lines; the meter is treason

never really knowing what i'm trying to say
it's just another shitty poem at the end of the day