Whats Your Problem?

[hockeywarrior20]

all was good
some was bad
who to deal with
not to sad
i was scared
didnt know what to do
never been here before
never dont this before
they said "Whats your problem?"
i said "Didnt have one"
the weeks were strange
i acted different
but still myself
people i havent talked to
started talking again
what was my problem?

went for a walk
out in the cold
stared at the sky
not paying attention to the road
i slipped into the ditch
and didnt get up
layed and stared at the sky
lost track of time
but kept repeating to me
"What is your problem?"

i got the strength
to lift myself up
i wanted to keep walking
but back home i went
i took off my sneaks
and dropped my coat
i went to my room
and felt retarded
"What is your problem?"

i picked up the phone
no one was there
i said "Hello"
but all there was
was a dial tone
i looked at my watch
laying on the desk
and wispeard
"What is your problem?"

I felt angry
i felt tired
i am cold now
and still holding the phone
i slammed to phone down
and wrote this poem
inspite of my Fury
"what is your problem?"

Voices ran through my head
"What?"
"I dont wanna talk to you"
i got an e-mail
the voices stoped
i tried to open it
but something held me back
"It would be better"
"Dont do it"
"Come on man, do it"
I Felt Invaded
by myself
how could it be?
the voices got angry
by my no response
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

I Picked up the phone again
i wanted to press numbers
but the dial tone sounded peaceful
i felt a zone of saftey
i waited for the operator machine
but the dial tone continued
one warm tear slid down my cheak
"Where are you?"

the dial tone stop, but no voice
i hung up the phone and closed my eyes
"Whats your problem?".....