Messed up...

It is all so messed up,

That i dont have have time to pile up,

All that is scattered,

All that is broken,

Is it me or is it just a bad time?

All i want is just stick to one thing,

As i am tired,

Of being high someday,

And low the other day.

And even if it costs me to run away from this world,

Or lock myself up in a small place,

I wont mind for as i am screwed,

My concepts too ruined.

Maybe my mind is cloudy to understand,

Or maybe I have a habit to neglect,

Maybe it is not me,

Or maybe it takes more for me to accept,

More time probably,

And that time leaves me behind,

The world goes ahead,

Maybe the world is too fast, too dizzy,

Or maybe I am too slow, too nervy,

The doubt that surrounds my world,

Or the trouble to accept,

Is probably for good,

or maybe i am too messed up...