Sometimes I Feel Like...

Sometimes I feel like I'm famous,
Only to realise- I am just another dreamer who is nameless,
I do a lot,
Done a lot,
Some has gone to pot,
Some, some have forgot,
Created some rather interesting end products,
But still I'm further from sitting right than your left buttock.

Sometimes I feel like a poetic whiner,
Pessimistic stories ending with a smart one-liner,
Does the whimsical nature distract from the repetition,
All I really want is some recognition,
Posting like pat on social networks,
Trying to show that which is on my neck works,
Appearing more like a white-gold-chain wearer on the curb with rhyme,
Many have shown doubt that MY words I write are truly mine.

Sometimes I feel like mauling someones face,
Brutal as a pit-bull with blood as my taste,
Counting to 10 as previously taught to me,
Then refrain from such inhumanity-
behaving like a full grown hyena caught loosely,
Many have never and will never know the rage I ride,
Suppressed through repressed emotion waves in tide.

Sometimes I want you to know me,
But most only like a certain side, you see?
So what am I to do- be inconsistent- as unstable as a faulty pole,
I have no other choice but to Jekyll and Hyde my way into multi-role.