Ghost Writer

I’m a mysterious writer, deep inside, I write of anguish, and pain, never getting away.

I plan to make some kind of change,

but I can’t afford the cost, especially on supplemental wage.

I need to turn the corner, I need to turn the page.

I don’t want to feel this deep internal rage, I need to turn the gauge.

I can’t be the one to spread this negativity plague,

It comes down to having to get on my knees, and beg.

To end this spree of being a bad egg,

Humpty wouldn’t even be able to help me put together my bad leg.

This isn’t what I wanted done, what I wanted said.

Now that I’ve looked this over, I think I’ve got this read,

Where do I go, what’s next?

Should I just simply go, and make my bed?

Make sure all my pets are fed?

Thanks for the help, I’m done with this conversation out loud, but in my head.