things are changing for the worst
and it's happening so fast
i'm the one to blame for the way things are
one moment, worse than the last

and i can't help but wonder why
god please, can't you hear my cries
it's happening faster than i can stand
someone please just lend a hand

my brother finally fuckin' cracked
he had a another heart attack
i couldn't remove his ball and chain
if things get worse, i'll go insane

and all the while
i'm still heading down this road
i'm not turning around
i'm not heading home

change is certain, progress takes work
and i'm still acting like a jerk
i don't know why, i just can't help myself

Not one of the better ones i've wrote, but i do mean what i say and thats what counts to me. Be cruel in your critiquing 'cause i think i need it.

I think it's great. I don't have anything critical to say about it now, but let me sleep on it a little.

The flow is really good and so is the prose. Your rhyme scheme didn't stay the same, but who cares? When something flows, to me, the scheme doesn't really matter. However, it might have been nice to have gone into you a little more as you only slammed yourself and the audience has no idea why. What did you do to deserve all of this heat on your head? Did you cause your brother his heart attack?

You have some very introspective work going here, not just this poem but many of your others. Keep it up. Do you write music too? Some of these have potential.