Something is wrong with this whole picture.
The picture that is my life. 
Is there a sign being held above my head that says,
“Hey, don’t take me seriously, I’m a joke.” ? 
The endless of cycle of thinking I deserve better,
But I never do anything about it why?
The truth is, I think that everything is destined to fail me,
There is no perfect match in life. 
I’ve learned to accept the idea that,
Life will not turn out like I want it to. 
Maybe I’m being pessimistic, 
Or maybe I’m being realistic.
But look around, watch the world around me collapse.
My life is a mess, and I’m tired of cleaning it up.