Mess

I feel a mess

in and out

my room and kitchen 

myself

my mind and future 

A mess

what can I find what can I say what can I do

what should I do

i choose what to do

i don't mind my mess so much

maybe I will straighten things up

maybe not

maybe I need time maybe I need a push maybe I need a hug

but its just me 

so I will push myself, hug myself, and know that time is ok.

aint I a mess? 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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