I've Made A Mess

I've Made A Mess

- Ishana Ghosh

Everything around me

seems so messed up

that I have to wonder

what exactly it was

that made me lose control.

I try to think, and

all I see in the scenery

is a heap of ' to-be-done'

with a little trace of ' actually doing'.

Stuck at home, with

loads of time and scope,

I see the seconds ticking away.

Words like 'I was born to be this way'

stop making sense, as

I see my calm, my peace,

my leisure slipping away...

Every sentence that I make with 'can't'

is the 'excuse' part of my rant.

'Cause the fuse in my head

has begun to snap too often

and raising my voice

is no more too rare...

Distracting myself with movies

and music; and I reckon

it's not the best way to get rid

of a troubled mind, deemed unfit.

This mess is mine to clean,

I know that all too well.

But I can't make any promises,

and I just hope, that,

You will understand.

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