Cubed

I woke up one morning
Feeling so beside myself
Much like a little Rubik’s Cube
Trying hard to solve itself!

With utmost care and calculation
Starting one side at a time
They try to twist me into place
A mammoth mess, worthy of crime.

Sometimes I get a little lucky
The first side of me they done
But then again, the madness unfolds
And suddenly I’m no longer fun.

Rough around the edges
They think I’m impossible to fix
But every story has a flip side
Oh mine has no less than six!

Kindness isn’t for all
And patience is a rare art
But there’s gotta be a better way
Than just ripping me apart.