The Mess!
The Mess!
That i was on a Monday evening that came too late,
and on a Sunday afternoon that stayed too late,
when on the weekdays my hairs won't behave!
or in front of the strangers that i met on the subway.
The mess that I was when i was overthinking about the good and the bad things,
and on those days when they were too perfect but I slept unsure
the days I wasn't sure about the cure!
the mess I am while i write this to rhyme
like a poem that i read in class nine.
the mess that i become when my insecurities take charge,
the mess i am every second of an hour!
the mess that i have in my head with 1000 of things rolling.
the mess that my life has become & a mess has to keep it going!