The Mess!

That i was on a Monday evening that came too late,

and on a Sunday afternoon that stayed too late,

when on the weekdays my hairs won't behave!

or in front of the strangers that i met on the subway.

The mess that I was when i was overthinking about the good and the bad things,

and on those days when they were too perfect but I slept unsure

the days I wasn't sure about the cure!

the mess I am while i write this to rhyme

like a poem that i read in class nine.

the mess that i become when my insecurities take charge,

the mess i am every second of an hour!

the mess that i have in my head with 1000 of things rolling.

the mess that my life has become & a mess has to keep it going!