Forty

Forty Times
And Still
I am Not
Quite Right

I have more
Things I
have to do
Then this

Since I am
Sad and
Mad also
Depressed

Why do I
Do this?
Me? A mad
Hatter?

Do I need
something
To ease pain
and hurt

But it is
The past
Who haunts me
So well

I say to
Let it
Go and move
Onwards

To greener
Gardens
Brighter bugs
Flowers

Hypocrite
That is
Who I am
Hypocrite

Do not need
Air for
Me to breathe
And live

But I can
Not think
That way ever
Forty

Reminds me
I am
Broken and
Useless

I am not
I solve
Problems so
Do judge

Judge all you
Want but
Do not miss
Forty

Forty times
And I
Am just fine
Wake up