I (This is a drunken poem I wrote a while ago)

running in circles
with juvenile thoughts
still aching
through words
adults don't speak
the is one last chapter
one last dark room
to conquer
with out the glory
of a night light

To do this
to shake this
I cannot not cast
a shadow
I must
be a shadow
I must beat the enemy
at it's own game

I write this all not
for entertainment
not for fame
not so a reader
can say "Hey,
now with THIS
I can relate."

I write not for you
but for I
because I cannot afford
a therapist
this is therapy
for I