This Was Me. Poem by Carl Roussell

I had this feeling,
it crept up on me,
I had to close my eyes
so I wouldn't see,
tried to push it out
but it found a home,
I have become this,
the disease.

I leave you this note
so that you would know
I really did try,
never learned to fly,
I tried for tomorrow,
but couldn't see today.

Put down the pen,
I put down the pen,
say goodbye to you,
goodbye to me too.
So a cheesy rhyme
for this social crime.
Sorry, I really am.
This was me yesterday.