Maybe I'M All Messed Up Poem by Double A P SS

But what am I to do
I like the giggles I have when I see someone die
I like the gore that sinks in to me through the T.V.
But what am I to do
Maybe I’m all messed up
But I’m down in it
Everyday
All messed up
And there is nothing to do,
But keep going down the spiral

Maybe you’re the one that’s wrong
And I am sane
Maybe it’s you, the heavenly angel from outer space
Trying to make it all seem un-natural and dysfunctional

It maybe that I’m all messed up
But who are you to judge, you are no god
Calling me insane, I can say the same
Maybe I’m all messed up in the head
But who isn’t in this decaying day

[This no justification for me being the way that am
It is just the ways things are
And there is nothing to do
But keep on going down in it
And pretend we are almost out]