I am...

at the bottom of the ladder of the world's population.

screwed.

Do it because you want to not because you have to.
Have to want to.

I fail this family.

Why is time in such a hurry,
when minds are in a scurry.

How i wish i could put all these emotions into words.
How i wish someone would read those words i never written
to give me a hug and tell me what to do.

Maybe,

all fuzzed

would work.

Or

confused, going no where, lost

could.

Why doesnt anyone teach me why things are like that?