It is undefined, my state of mind, the only define, I can decide is the state of disaster which is currently of matter.

Quite possibly, I do wanna see, an end to the questions, that have no end, and to defend, those I do love, but how when I am the issue?

Understand, that as a "man" I try, to choose, and the choice I make, whether right or wrong, I try for the best, and I dont mean to hurt, but to give rest..

I am sorry, then, that I cant defend you from me, for I dont quite understand me, just know that I am me, and from me I try every time, to finish what I say with honesty.

Then, literally, I make a fool of myself day to day, and I dont know how to say, that I am sorry, and I dont mean to say what I do, and that it comes out a certain way, I just want to say... Sorry.

There is more to this poem, then just the poem c: But I like to express, and well. Express. There we go.