Mess

It’s all so shady

I fail to discern

If I am defending myself for the right things

If I am fighting for the right stuff

Sometimes I find myself hypocrite

And look at myself with eyes of suspicion

This dormant side of mine

Is becoming active

It’s all a mess

And I fail to surrender

Maybe I have to row through this for some more time

As the mess is not intense enough

To aid me in my surrender