It’s a mess

It’s a mess. 

My life, my bed, my hair, 

I don’t know why it is messy,

It just is. 

No matter what I try to do to fix it,

It still ends up a mess. 

I try to change it, 

To improve it. 

But no matter what it looks like,

It will always be a mess. 

Maybe I cut out toxic friends,

Have no friends,

Get straight A’s in school,

Have two loving parents, 

It won’t be a mess. 

But right now,

I have friends who don’t like me, 

I feel self conscious and on my own.

That is all just one big mess.

But the good part is...,

I have a wonderful mother, 

and two baby sisters, 

Maybe,

There’s still a chance,

to make the mess less messy?