Pissed And 30

I'm pissed and thirty
No really I am
I'm checking my spelling
From the spelling jam
Ooh, am I old?
Yes indeed I am
So I'm pissed and thirty
Crap I am.
Where did the twenties go?
or even the teens?
And do I want to be there?
It wasn't serene.
I cut myself
And I bled
But now Im 30
My sanity
Stays in my head.
I like my 30s
I don't hate myself
What a shit poem
So like my former self.
I stand tall
because I like who I am
I like me
And I like you
Who loves me
Husband.