Messed up

All these emotions
Building up inside of me
My head is getting so messed up
Think one thing then disagree

I don’t know what to do now
Can’t even answer straight
Yes or no isn’t simple
It’s not an answer you can just state

There’s always something behind it
Something that the others think
That I mean other things
That there’s always some kind of link

Why? Is a question I cannot answer
I do not choice these things
I wish I could stop thinking
And just see what life brings

I want to be free to dream
To just drift away
Fly as far as I want
Be somewhere new each day

But instead I’m held captive
In the bars of my life
I try to cut out of it
With my one and only knife

This is another thing I cannot explain
Why I do these cuts
You ask me over and over
Then the door between my world and yours slowly shuts

This poem doesn’t even make sense
And I haven’t even begun to explain
All the things that happen
All the things that bring me pain.