enough about me

I whine all
day about the trouble I've
seen.
who hasn't?
but it's all about me.
my woes,
my trials and tribulations.
I bring
the house down.
throw a wet blanket
on the party.
I spike the drinks
with my
gloom
and doom. too bad
for them
having to listen,
but so it goes.
I hate being this way,
but sometimes
i'm a child
lying in a crib
wanting
warm milk and a hug,
a slap on the back
to burp me.