Temperament

Finally out on my own now, at last
In a place I don’t have to see the past
But I am still bitter, bruised, and still
I’ve no temperament for which to kill
Sometimes I wake up in the night
Watching the mirror, the cops light
And I’m the person you never meet
The biggest loser on Friendly Street
Now I get no letters, I get no calls
I’m so lonely here on the white walls
And with a temperament like mine
I know I will never, ever be fine

Poem by JoshtheGiant1

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