The world is out of order just like me,

With a sign taped up on the bedroom door.

A warning to all who may look and see,

How I long for peace and only find war.

Battling my thoughts that speak words unkind,

My biggest enemy in the mirror.

I am searching for peace that I cannot find

Beg for days up ahead which are clearer.

At first glance nothing appears too broken,

Since my reckless mind is not tangible.

Yet, if you ever heard the words spoken,

You might just see how unmanageable.

Finding some comfort in my own sorrow,

Will the mechanic arrive tomorrow?