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.