a poem about confusion

i am
a puddle of self-doubt
a puzzle that never fits
an orgasm never reached

i am
a glass half full
a chance never reached
a half dead soul

i am
a lyric never finished
a hand never touched
a word never said

i am 
a soul with no mate
a chest with no treasure
a star with no light

i am 
a cancelled flight
spoiled food
a 9.5/10

i am
a machine beyond repair
a whirlwind that never stops
another broken promise

Understand

harsh realities

common lies

a lover's strife

i can understand

a rise of cold temper

misunderstandings to understand

a mother's yell

i try to understand

sudden loneliness

forced chores

heavy responsibilities

why does nobody

understand me