The Atlanta Triad:

Don't Meta-Poem Me, Bitch

Shut up!
I can't even hurt without you telling me it's dumb!
Can't even write a poem without you saying it's been done
And you never let me speak
To friends or family
I am drowning in the silence and you tell me that I'm weak.
"Read another comic book."
"Go and watch some more TV."
"Push it all under the rug and maybe it will go away."
And to soothe me you say that it will go away
That in five years's time I won't remember this pain
That this poem in itself is a waste

Any better ideas,
you know it all bitch?
Then shut up!