STARTING OVER

A poem about patterns.

So, I'm starting over again,

Why is this thought in my brain,

That patterns repeat for everyone,

For me, good men appear to be none,

Control freaks take a sweet witch,

And turn her into a right b***h!

You can't please bullies, let's say,

I suppose I'll learn that one day,

This pattern long held in my brain,

Being a doormat is a drain!

So, I'm starting over again.               

Author's Note

Feedback welcome.