Troubled is my middle name.

My room is a mess.
My head is a mess.
My life is a mess.

Too much clutter.
Too much confusion.
Too much chaos.

Cacophony.

Troubled is my middle name.
Failure follows far too closely.
Negativity, nipping at my heels &
doubts just envelope me.

Dark clouds & dark thoughts are my closest friends.
Shadows & lies... and black nights, and sighs.

Looking towards the light --- with clouds in these eyes,
dreaming of the day this darkness will end.

I want to remember!
I want to rediscover!
To remix. To recreate. To realize. To revolutionize.

I want to rip off this disguise...
start again, be someone else: be someone new.

But I can't.

My life is a mess.
My head is a mess.
My room is a mess.

Everything about me is a mess.

(But maybe you can change the ending to this tragic story.)