Just 7 questions?

What am I doing?

There's rap shit in my ears.

Darn Black on my lips.

Cuppa with two extra shots; just to my liking.

Why am I writing?

Just to kill the pain.

Maybe to focus, something I need to regain.

Krav Maga that's the way I am fighting.

What am I really?

Looks like I am am just a show-off.

Flaunting my car, my moves, my laugh.

Don't remember when I last showed humility.

What do I need?

Everything!!! Really that is never an option.

The right answer; a long vacation.

Away from the negativity, from all my greed.

Why can't I sleep?

Now that's a real problem to address.

No more dreams, wow what a mess.

Faces from the past and present look in for a peep.

Why am I angry?

I got no big time issues.

Frustration, jealousy, sadness; don't need any tissues.

Mostly because I am always hungry.

Why am I stopping now?

A poem a day keeps my doctor away.

Any more will call for a shrink I can't afford to pay.

That's all I have for now; gotta go grab some chow.

Consumed

There is a fire inside,
I fan it more.
I can't put it out I tried,
Used every last bit of energy left in store.
Leaves my brain feeling so fried,
Every muscle aching and sore.
Told everyone it's ok but I lied,
My moral fiber, it tore.
Joking with friends seeing the funny side,
But every moment feels like forever more.
Trying to run but I can't seem to hide,
The fire has it's way; I am no more.

Where

Where is your freaking concentration?

What is wrong with you?

Why can't you let go?

Why is this goin south?

Why don't you get a life?

Why don't  you aim for something realistic?

Why are you so lost?

Where are you headed?