while the outside rains, so do i

THE STORM IN MY HEAD which no-one knoes

the tempestuous volley of right and wrong
i wish i had a massive dong
but alas, the mole outclasses me, sole
what a bastard, to kill him's my goal
no-one knoes the pain inside
it makes me just want to hide
in a bin, or ditch, or hole
or maybe in a pile of coal
the identity i wear, the face i show
is not mine, but that of woe
because i am sad you see, as my face is woe
oh fallout disc, i miss you so

Me :)