Mess

So many questions without answers sometimes my life feels like a test. when I look at you, there's always something....wrong

But

Are you really the problem or am I?

Are you the one hiding or am I the one staying in my nest?

When I hear no, are you really saying yes? 

If you chose east, would you follow me west?

Or would you just give up like the rest? 

Man this is a mess!!!

My own thoughts are like pests.

I'm surrounded by craziness 

And it's sending me into a recess.

When you look at me, what do you really see? Do you see pass the shallowness and see greatness or do you just see an abyss of nothingness? 

I always thought I amounted to more and you amounted to less but I realize that these results should be reversed. My words should have been rehearsed.

My life shouldn't have been that much of a process; man what a mess! Everyday I amount to less and less.   I can scream and say "that's not fair" but the reality is that fairness is rare. 

I can come across as careless, but is it really carelessness or stubbornness?

Too stubborn to admit to my mess that's making me less. Am I heartless? I don't want to be lifeless, what if my life becomes meaningless?

Oh God I'm a total mess, please put my demons to rest.