My Own Little Hell Poem by Robin Rodriguez

Some things just aren't
Worth it.
You fight, you cry,
You even get lost in
The passing of that moment.

I'm not the easiest
Person to live with.
I'm more acerbic than
Others tend to take
Me for. I can throw
Barbs as if that is
What I was made for.
Well, may be I am.

I'm a little too dark.
I find humor in the
Darkest of places.
I could wander
All by myself
And never notice the change.

Al I do is nothing.
All I have is air.
If I breathe too long,
Who is going to suffer?

I had hoped that this
Wasn't who I am.
I can't and won't change for anyone
Not even to save my own peace.

Maybe that's my problem
But-
Maybe that's my
Peace.