Mess

• James Dixon, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2022

I feel like my life is a mess,
It’s full of tears and stress.
I’m always trying to impress,
The things that make me a mess.
I feel like I never have enough time,
To explain my sadness at its prime.
So, I’m trying to put it in a rhyme,
Because I can never find enough time.
Deep inside I feel all alone,
But this feeling is still unknown.
It’s so noisy in my brain it’s like a giant trombone,
I’m just so scared to be alone.
I feel so empty inside,
Because I’m always trying to hide,
From the things that provide,
The sadness I feel deep inside.