Fancy some poetry?

I am not a fan of poetry..sorry did i say not?Okay, so maybe I have room for a little poetry in my heart.This is mostly because of the traumatizing high school English lessons I had to endure reading poems and trying to identify various styles, tones and all other questions the examiner would have wanted to add to the "torture list". However, I have come to appreciate the value of what may seem gruesome, since I now look at poems in a different way therefore enabling me to be part of the world the poet is trying to portray and how the poet feels about the world at that time...............hoooooooooold iiiiiiiiiit...Don't tell me you believed that!Gotcha!
Honestly I don't really care what a poet puts down, who knows where the poet was when he/she wrote the poem or what he was doing.I have often tried to imagine the many weird incidents that may inspire me to write a poem and came up with a few ideas or rather..INSPIRATIONS..

If I was taking a poop and I begin to constipate, I will definitely have to struggle to push it out and in the course of this struggle my eyes might become teary and i might feel some pain but in the end I will succeed in what I want to do...can you guess the theme of the poem I would write?....of course..THE STRUGGLE TO SUCCESS....Now if this poem was taken to my ever so glorious high school and given to the students in an ever so torturous exam and a question on the theme is asked, the majority would talk about how the poet struggled through life and torment and how the poem is metaphorical for success after a long struggle...don't you just pity these students??

I am tempted to give another illustration but I would rather you keep your lunch in your stomach so I will not disgust you further.However, a friend recently sent me a poem. I doubt whether that friend(I am intentionally avoiding the pronouns he/she for security reasons-my security) is the true author as I would have expect something far from this world...Have a go at it and try to decipher it at your own risk.Cheerio!

Something must be wrong with me
with all this hurt inside,
always bursting with anger,
and never any pride.

Something must be wrong with me
if all I do is cry,
I can't stop this pain
all I want to do is die.

Something must be wrong with me
if my emotions run wild,
all this confusion does
is make me feel like a lost child.

Something must be wrong with me
with all these terrible things,
always there and never gone
depression is what it brings.

Something must be wrong with me
if I can't stop these thoughts,
all this pain does
is turn my stomach in knots.

Something is truly wrong with me
when I think there's only one way out,
'Let this pain end,'
is all my heart will shout.

Something Must Be By Oblivious