Chaos in My Mind

But I don't see the point

Fire burns within me,

But I fear that I'll disappoint

Writing pretentiously

I pour out my heart

To everyone who'll listen

Because that is my art

Whining, crying bitching,

Moping griping complaining

It's annoying to everyone,

More than I am explaining

Such chaos is the order of me

Discipline has no place

Not for lack of wanting

But by my own shame and disgrace

As pricklies grow ever steady

Around my cheeks and cleft

I gulp the sea of lonliness

Drowning as I embrace its depths,

But I don't want to embrace it,

No, I wish to turn away

Who wants to be lonely

Sighing and crying each day

No one bothers to ask me

What I think or what I feel

Like my presence is invisible

Or my existence is not real

Am I simply a mass hallucination

Summoned by a phenomenon

Or is God simply telling me,

"Son, this is not where you belong"