A Mess

Yes. I'm a mess.
Of horrid thoughts
And of beautiful words
Of a perfect chaos
And of a loud verse.

Yes, i'm a mess.
Of things unclear,
And of reactions, irrational
Of thoughts unfair,
And of a soul, emotional.

Yes, i'm a mess.
Of actions disastrous,
And of pain, deep
Of memories hilarious,
And of slow weeps.

Yes, I'm a mess.
Of pure negativity,
And a dash of smiles
Of boiling creativity,
And the dreaded turmoils.

Yes, I'm a mess,
Of love and fear
Of pain and cries,
Of the toxic tears
And these dream-filled, brown eyes.