Nonsense

I kept thinking about this poem I want to write. It begins like this.. Nothing much, In a world of nothingness I am everything. But in this world where there's everything. I am nothing. I was nothing. But to you..who have nothing. I have everything. Am I shallow. Or am I deep. My eyes pool with emotions. And then I get angry and quit. No more trying because this shit is worthless. Everybody expects Krystal to be clear. My mind is full of static. And it's so frustrating. Shocking even. This is how my poems end up. Unfinished. Like everything else in my life. I'm not sure If you realized this but the poem began and ended with nothing. My whole life is a big never mind..it's nothing.