Crumpled paper

I wrote another verse today
It stares back up at me
Wistful, reflective, every word
Made me sound so unhappy

I'm not, you know, not at all
My poems just mirror a time
When I'm sat on a rumbling train
Trying to write in rhyme

It's a stop and think moment
When the world around me halts
I can delve in to the darkest place
That hides my wants and faults

And now looking at that poem
It doesn't look like me at all
So now it's crumpled paper
That I tossed against the wall

Yet it's still talking to me
Waiting to be unleashed on line
And you'll all think I'm sad again
When I'm absolutely fine

I pick up that crumpled paper
In my pocket it's safely stored
It's not chatting to me now
Knowing it's not being ignored

So I'll leave you this verse for now
The other will have it's day
When I'm being a bloody moody Three
And can't think of anything to say