Mixed Up – A Poem

Is it me?

I think it’s me

I’m the one

The problem

The one

I’m mixed up

Disturbed

Distorted

Somehow…wrong

It’s me

Isn’t it?

How else can I explain

The thoughts and actions

Of myself

If not to say

That something went wrong

In the making of me?

Some wires got crossed

The mixture’s off

Someone messed up

Mixed me up

Made me

Wrong.