Not even going to bother

I wrote this on a whim

Not even gonna bother

Trying to impress

Trying to make something

Out of this mess

 I call myself

And my health,

Physically fine

But mentally in danger

I don’t like to smile,

But I’ll talk to strangers

(the nice ones, anyway).

And what can I say?

But I am my own being,

And my being likes to be

 someone it’s not.

And what can I say?

But I am my own person,

And sometimes that person’s sweet,

The other times, it’s not.

( I prefer the term opinionated)

I keep to myself

But myself talks to others

Oh dear, oh dear

They seem to be smothered,

Gotta calm down,

Gotta calm down,

Or maybe just gotta get some sleep

Here, take my soul, it’s yours to reap.

I’m done with it anyway,

Not much I can do

But waste my time,

Not thinking about

you.

Author's Note

Idek