M.E. (Mental Exercise) Poem by Phatier Green

Thoughts overwhelmed
by the future and unknown.
Only that what lies ahead stresses me,
you can tell by my tone.
Year after year,
I end up in the same place.
Thus far I have accomplished
so so many tasks put in front of my face.
This life of misery
is no longer bothersome.
An yet, it's leaning more
towards boredom.
Up, down.
down, up.
So far I've looked to
strangers for comfort and trust.
Now why shouldn't I accept candy
from he or she
that is the most handy?
Confused by my logic
people have suggested suicide.
I'm not gonna lie-
so have I.
But besides my boldness and pride
I can't be that selfish
for there are others I need to
mentally and spiritually provide.
Is this a trait
of a true man?
Most can't fathom
But with the right exercise.
I will be the best that I can be.