Rubber Band Man

Pop!

There goes the rubber band

Not much of a story? Let me start from the top

Its the story of a young man

 

Pulled in all directions

Angered about the focus of his affections

 

Also angered at everything else

His emotions abandoned their previous state of stealth

 

He was just full of untapped negative energy

Pools so deep, when at the bottom you can no longer see

 

Just raw emotion

Handing out endless devotion

 

To those he knew to be unworthy

It killed him to think others thought he would work for free

 

Consumed by a pseudo of a relationship

He didn't have the strength to get out of it

 

Well truthfully he didn't have a better option to choose

And all this emotion he swears left a bruise

 

He bent over backwards

He carefully chose his words

 

He used all his energy

He found it hard to see

 

He didn't fight back

He broke his emotional back

 

He popped his rubber band

He was just a man

 

He died inside

He just acted like he was alive

 

He is I

I am he

All that turmoil, why?

You see

 

Its one thing to be oppressed

And powerless to get out of the mess

 

Its an entirely different situation when the power is available

But in the process will black out the block's power, phones, and cable

 

So much responsibility 

Actions must be tempered with civility

 

So the choice

Die and hope to be a hero

Or become a villain with a creepy voice

Choose between Julius Caesar and Nero

 

But history would look no different

My life is of no consequence

 

A concerned friend would try to tell me that I'm important and people care

Opinions on this topic we don't share

 

Yes I have untapped potential to achieve greatness

Yes I have the ambition and the prowess

 

But I am tormented inside

This truth I can no longer hide

 

I have anger issues

I've been subject to misuse

 

I feel like I don't belong

We are not attracted to the same kind of song

 

It started out as just being indifferent 

But it turned into getting detached from reality and just emotionally spent

 

Leading to depletion

And thus deletion

 

Of my self

I used to dream of power, change, and wealth

 

Now I don't dream

My head is too busy turning my anger into steam

 

Thats figurative

But when my emotional rubber band snaps how can I live?

 

I found that the answer

To how I could be this cancer

 

Is to let it all out

No punches held or self doubt

 

I could turn all the rage

Into beautiful words on a page

 

Now I'm addicted

To helping others who are afflicted

 

Because I know what its like to be alone

With a heart of stone

 

But poetry helped soften my heart

It now explodes with passion to fix the things that have fallen apart

 

So to best explain what goes on, I'll take the onomatopoeia from the top

Pop!  

This poem is about: 
Me

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