MUDDLED.

I'm bleeding....
It's strange!
I wasn't cut with a knife,
I wasn't shot with a gun,
I wasn't hit by a car,
I didn't fall off the stairs,
Yet I'm bleeding!

Why do I keep searching for answers to mysteries that never exists?
Why do I always feel like an ill- fitting fabric?
Overloud thoughts creeps into my head and drives me in a state of discombobulation,
I wish I could hold a fistfight with my dilemma,
This situation is far beyond dodgy,
I just want to flee!
Then again how's it possible for me to run away leaving behind my mind?

There's something murky about some people I see,
Is this my intuition?
Is it a misconception?
I try so hard as not to be twee because when I'm simple I become available to be broken,
Then again I can't help but be twee and eventually I get disappointed.

I'm bleeding but no one can see,
I'm in pain apparently only I can feel,
A joy I had the world has killed,
Step by step I hope I'd heal,
A lot of lies people tell about me I wish their lips would seal,
I totally feel like an invincible deal.