This Isn't the Poem

This isn’t the poem that I wanted to post –
I wrote that one while in a huff.
I meant every word of it, held nothing back
But there’s no need to hear all my guff.

Perhaps “oversensitive” is how I am
Though as years pile on up I’m convinced
That the way that I feel is so rightfully real
That describing words need not be minced.

We all have our own methods of blowing off steam
And some happenings seem to ignite
Deep inside me the need to explode just a bit
In the way I know best – so I write.