I have a messed up life,
But it doesn't matter anyway,
But why bore you with this dull trife,
It doesn't matter anyway,
There are things to do,
Places to be,
No one has the time for chatter,
It doesn't matter anyway,
So walk on I say,
I'll just be alone,
I'm fine,
But it's not like it matters anyway,
I don't want to be held,
Told that I am loved,
As I sit trapped in a black room alone inside my head,
But don't worry you don't listen anyway,
I'll tell you about the words that peck at me,
I'll tell you about the ideas of what I could do wrong run on repeat inside of my head,
I'll tell you about my dreams,
I'll tell you about my fears,
I'll be happy thinking that I got something through,
But you won't listen,
You never do,
But that okay it doesn't matter anyway.
It's a poem