Hope for the hopeless. Poem collection

Self-inserted Poem

I'm a walking contridiction

Sometimes I feel like I'm only fiction

My brain works faster than I speak

So sometimes I mumble as I stare at my feet

I get depressed

And I can be a mess

I laugh and cry about random things

I don't know how to act

Or what to do when I'm in a compact

Room, full of strangers

And possible dangers

Even though I'm hard to figure out

I have no doubts

That I have many fears

But the worst of all is not lending an ear

To those in need,

To those who suffer from greed.

Please be mindful that I'm only being me.