is this poem any good?

just want some honest opinions, or some pointers...

Stale leftovers,
Eat at my soul.
Still starving for another bowl.
I fear looking for sweet revenge,
or is my mind just in a hole.
I ponder as I sit upon a grassy knoll.
Is it all just a lie?
Take a peek inside to envision their goal.

Are they so shallow? Would they sink so low?
The truth is you never really know.
what feels right may be wrong,
as dark as the stories of Edgar Allen Poe.
How could they possibly be my foe?
Someone seemingly so sincere,
A person to whom I thought I could go.
Now carelessly saying "so"?

A person who was supposed to care,
only bothering to give me an angry glare.
When did we ever have anything in common?
Now sending me up gasping for air.
But, I guess it's only fair.
It's the sickening way of life,
Anything else would be so extremely rare.
The stress I can hardly bear.

Giving me sleepless nights.
So sick of all the fights.
Just wishing all this would end.
Like a million mosquito bites.
So many different shades of whites,
there is no real answer.
We both have our own rights.
I don't know why we took this to such heights.

Just a one ply toilet paper battle,
we're up the river without a paddle.
there's no reason or rhyme.
my emotions shaken up inside me like a rattle.
Like a two year old you go and tattle.
So ridiculous, it doesn't even matter.
Acting like a heard of uncivilized cattle.
Enough of all this senseless prattle.

and it's not done yet...