I'm not exactly easy to endure.
I have been called a challenge more than twice.
You'll likely lose your mind, of that I'm sure.
Sometimes I'm cool, sometimes I'm not so nice.
The slightest thing can set me on a spree -
at funerals I have been known to smile.
I'm not so sure what you still see in me?
I hope you'll choose to stick around awhile.
I lose my temper quickly, you must know.
I'm paranoid and in the head a lot.
I've gotten used to lovers letting go -
I'm hated well for everything I'm not.
I'm not exactly easy to achieve.
You may see all you are, and then, just leave.
Bryon D. Howell (ctsfinestpoet@yahoo.com)
7th March, 2007
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