Untitled Poem

Okay. So here's a poem I've written. I think it's crap... but I'm posting it anyway.

I'm sick of pain:

Not the feeling,

Just causing it. 

God I'm such a Bitch.

I Wish I could Fix

All the wrongs I've done. 

Nothing major,

 Just minor stuff. 

But It's enough. 

I wish you would make me cry.

Like I've done to you,

 far too many times. 

Then we'd be even,

 And this guilt would die. 

That could be the reason why.

I'm not human enough inside,

Any more,

 I'm looking for the door. 

Just to find a way

Out of my self-built cage.

What do you think?