Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems

I am a fine mess.

I'm bitter and I'm twisted.

My future doesn't look bright.

I apologise again for the inconceivable mumbles

promising I'm alright.

I'm sorry I'm a deadweight

I hate to drag you down.

But every mood is darkened

when I am around.

Weirdo is your name of choice.

On my lips you don't understand.

I look the same, I sound the same,

I wish I could say I didn't feel the same.

But what's to understand?

I wish I were more alike.

Because nothing about me is right.

I never made that a secret.

I chant it to my self at night,

Sitting sombre at my desk.

I'll deny again, again yet still

that I'm a fine mess.

I'm tired mum, just leave it a night.

I don't want to talk about it mum,

I'm telling you, I'm alright.

There's nothing more to say

And I don't have the words to say them.