A poem by me.

I am feeling down and angry and disappointed and stressed and sad and so I wrote this poem to describe how I feel 

Hajahqoshwiqhhsbbyqigsoa,

Jahahwiqhushqkdywgbaojsgwy aishqi,

Hahahqhshautwusvsyqhs,

Tqietqondbaiqo,

Pawywywisbaowgwisgaheuwy,

Iahwifakshjqsia,

Iauwuahhatqidgajgquwgajsiqhsoacis,

Jahshhsihqheyahqiywu. 

Hahutwisusjwhidt, 

Jahtqyywiahaogeiateiagiagsiqhaivquwou,

Jaywiqgsiwystqjsiqhsistwi,

Iwuifnkfiwkhtfjfhehqhfjab,

Jiwjsuwh, 

Kajayhahhahwuroshd,

Uwurignvockxjjwi. 

Uwhehwuqiehfjfjfiwuqoekshw, 

Heiieieowifiisjdjeh Irish kfiuaije,

my thumbs now slamming on the glass of my touch screen phone sounds like a machine gun and so in my head I am shooting someone 

Najshahqhyeowododjqi, iweushwk

Jurysugwuahqidhhw, 

Jwhshehehyeuroeiroquffhe, 

Haheywueieirritnciw

Jarieowifkdiejdi

Jwiruwofueihfuqii