My Life is seen as a mess
In reality, it is as organized as can be
People always use their minds
To double-check what they see
I have never tried to hurt anyone
But when they think about myself, they ruin me

My Life is like trash, some say
To me, it's a beautiful display

People cut me down all the time
But my eyes tell me what always rhymes

It looks like my mental state made a disappearance
To me, My Life had never been an interference

I always felt the need to please others, it lifts you in the air
But for someone like me, you feel self-aware

Now, I'm stuck here, breaking the fourth wall
As I type this out, and speak to you all

No matter what the time, day, and place
The world feels like a runner in a race

People will pass you, for a short, little while
But don't let that get to you, just think, compile

Once you learn to accept that, all becomes clear
That it wasn't your mental state that began to disappear

So let people pass you, let them reach the finish first
But don't let your knowledge in that race disperse

You can speak in riddles or speak in rhymes
but just remember, its a matter of time

Please think about this, as I get to your head
Let this poem help you, and let you rest in your bed

For that is what matters now, don't forget it
Once this skill is learned, you can be omnipresent