Word vomit.

The worlds spinning out of control.
when everything should fall into place.
theres something inside me that doesn't feel whole.
i look in the mirror and all i see is a face.

no attachements, no recognition of who i am.
life's factors have taken their toll.
like the internet, i guess i'm filled with spam.
an asylum, i should probably enroll.

i have all i need, all i could want.
but even this poem just doesn't flow.
maybe if i could just change the font.
i didn't love him, but that was a long time ago.