A Poem About How I Feel

I made up a special kind of poem about what I feel about some time ago. So, here goes;

League Of Legends, a game that I may enjoy, the battles all around, boy oh boy.

Other players waiting to join me, imagine how great I would be. But, it's not always that easy, I thought it was like 1-2-3. Many players perform better than me, and I'm beginning to go green with envy.

Many enemy battles, I lay dead, and jealousy reared its ugly head. With so much jealousy, rage is by the bay, such as nothing may be going my way.

More defeats happening to me and my rage increases, more game losses around and my joy decreases.

Screaming in rage and frustration I did, wondering to myself if I stay hid. I quit some games 'cause they're no fun, looking around to yell “I should have won!”

Others complained as I have an attitude, cussed them back 'cause I am in no mood.

I don't like that, that's my confession, got me spiraling into deep depression.

Always in a big, big rush, but with more losses, I lost my touch. Asking for much help I need, when I wait, there's no heed. Wondering what is the secret to win, but when I asked for tips, nobody pitched in.

Desperation grows deeper and deeper, with no luck, I may be able to whimper. I must know what it takes to win, as my patience is wearing thin. Anyone help me out, otherwise I am going to shout. I feel like a tear coming from my eye, If I don't get more wins, I think I'll be able to cry and cry.

So, what do you think?