Untitled poem 2

I must be tripping
I must be crazy
I feel insane
like a maniac on crack.
I feel alone
yes crowded
I feel so high
Shes to blame.
And i tend to rhyme.
It hurts my back to play this game.
I'm rolling with out water cooling.
I scream your name when you when you turn away.
You bastard you cut my eye.
Lets play carousel
and harbor childish dreams
you know what I mean
I'm you night and shining armor
Stop right their
brush your teeth,
go to bed
What is wrong you
should rot for what you did
The crime was done
The punishment fits.
You are mine.
Not the back nine.