thoughts from a switchblade

 
I'm angry so I'll let loose in a poem
there's something wrong
my demons whisper it's gossip
or am I just paranoid?

I have refused them entry to my heart
carrying this burden alone
denying any problem
lest they get under my skin

I'm trying to wait it out
hoping things will pass
but things seem to be getting worse
it could be people are just sick of me

I don't blame you
I'm bad-ass with a pen
when my feelings are hurt
my tongue becomes a switchblade
cutting to the bone
with one quick movement

if this is poetic suicide
you never really liked my poetry
you just kissed my ass
because I was popular

now either I really stink
or some of you don't
want to be associated with me
afraid the DU mafia
will hit you next
it's laughable really
just be your damn self

comments are helpful when they are honest
giving one insight to any given writing
but it won't make or break you as a poet
so somebody with some balls
tell me what the deal is

is it my writing
or my reputation that reeks so bad these days?