A little poem

A beautiful blue skyA bit chilly...I can live with that.It's warm here, the silly pink walls of my officemaking the room seem brighter. There is a part of my soulthat is still numb, still hiding from meso well that I can barely be sure that it's there.But I deduce itThis broken little spot in my head thatprevents me from living my life. Why does it hide?Obviously I don't want to know the answerto that question.Nevertheless, that sad little shivering spot is making my life miserable. So, I'm sending out a comando team in my headto hunt down that wussy little prickand toss is sad assright out of my freakin' ear. I'm sorry that it's so miserable,but I've had enough of it's whining.I got a life to liveIt can bite me.grrrrrr.