A mismatched poem

My life is plain
my mind's insane
in my head is a crazy train
about to crash into a wall
I try to stop this fatal brawl

one last time before I fall

I look into his eyes
to see the surprise
from all those lies
he thought I didn't know

he told me long ago
not to let the feeling grow
and I would not feel the woe
but I did not hear
when he said

I see you standing down the hall

waiting for the show to start

I see my world as very small
one more thing I can recall

Its inhumane
to try and contain

So stick a bullet in my brain
and take away my pain