I know I'm a no-good person,
I've known it all my life.
It's been re-inforced many times-
Accusations are rife.
So should I do as I feel now-
Retreat into my shell,
To nurse my hurts and feed my pain
And damn the world to hell?
Some niggling thread is pulling me
From that tormented brink.
The silver thread of running tears
In verse helps me to think.
A saving grace descends on me
As pen in hand I write.
It relieves some sorry pressure-
Helps me to win this fight