Daft

I am paranoid.

You knew this.

Everyone does.

 

I think I'm okay with it.

Oranges

I know that poems do not have to rhyme.

I have never wanted to eat a lime.

I go from here

and leave from there.

I do not want to be anywhere.

If I had a moment to sit and stay

then "why?", you may ask, do I always go away?

It's not that you make me mad,

but mostly because I am just plain sad.

I'm confused and hurt
and I feel like dirt.
I'm so predictable with how I always feel.
It's like that movie How to Deal.
I am so poetic, don't you think?

No,

you probably just think I STINK!