What's Real?

Something in my life had really become confusing, starting a struggle that I'm still going through.

I need to cry
I want to scream
Is there such a thing as true happiness?
When I want something,
If I get it I'm overwhelmed
So I wearing a mask but just now realized it?
Is everything I'm seeing what's supposed to be "normal", And
I'm just the picked out abnormality?
Why do I see abnormal,
But others see average?
Nothing is making sense in my heart or mind
My brain is a computer with a virus of disorganization
My heart is......is.....a cracked shell with only temporary repairs
What my mom sees and what is real is not always the same thing
My poker face is not a whimsical delight, but rather a well-controlled tool that I can only use in certain circumstances
Can someone bring me back to a world of logic?

Author's Note

Ignore grammar

Reviews

[A Teenage Girl]

I like your way of thinking and how you explain a certain perspective. I'm one hundred percent sure that you aren't the only one who feels this way.
95/100

By the way, I was wondering if you could maybe check out my work...? We sort of have a similar style. (Based from this poem, I haven't read any of your others that you might have.)

Good luck to you!