Though we just dove into some poems with smooth silky rhymes, I find myself forced to go a different route this time.
This one is not a favorite of what I have left, but playing off 
You can read here last poem here: The Silent Question and my response below.
Fighting for me
My crazy tendencies to harp on the bad
My focus on the one or two things I dislike
As opposed to the dozens of things I adore
I get stuck on a couple of points forevermore
Impeding happiness like it’s my job
I’m a good man that deep down is good to you
So why do these deep rooted issues try to make it come unglued
True happiness can be found for me, I know this must be true
I need someone that will weed through the bullshit
Someone to stay in the game long enough to see if happiness is me and you
What's a poem-off, you ask? A challenge between and I to see if we can go turn-for-turn and repost some of our long lost poems from the vaults of time. No rules apply, and new stuff might just make the mix!
Regards,
Mitchell J