[Not really a poem, but was great fun to write. Just emailed it to someone I know, and thought I'd post it here. This is me in angry mode - hehe]

You’re words have come back to bite you huh?
‘I will make it better’
For years, holding me down
My own demons used to keep me
Far below reach of your king-like status
That’s your game,

Take them when they’re fucked up and scared
Before long;
Trapped under your spell
Needing you to save them
From themselves.

Well guess what
Fucker
I’m stronger than you think.
Your words have come back to bite you.
I will make it better.
You’re job is redundant.

Chris Martin is a pretentious little bastard.
I will never be yours to ‘fix’