Seriously Sylvia?

I have done it again:

scribbled incoherent angry rantings

in an attempt at poetry—

I did this for years, my friends

not noticing that I was indeed deranged,

in the head.

After 30 years of living in

an emotionally stunted child's nightmare,

I gassed myself as the children played

with legos in the sun

in the next room.

At least they're happy.