No Right For Pity Poem by Logan Rheinst

I know what you think,
I feel the same way.
I need to stop bitching,
and move on from today.

From the begining,
I thought it was bad.
The life I was living,
was so very sad.

Believe me, I know,
I don't have the right,
to cry for my sake,
or yearn for delight.

I don't care anymore,
you don't like it? Then leave.
I'll rant till I die here,
or you cure my disease.

Persuade if you like,
bribe if you wish.
They won't take the pain,
I drain with my fists.