Poetess Song

My life is full of chaos and mess I can't fix but I wish I could, and leaves me to ask: Why me? How am I any different from anybody else except my appearance,besides that I have feeling just like you and they can get hurt just like your can. I can't express myself the way I want it because all my word are jumbled up in my head and going faster ythan my hands can type everything I mean to say; if I forget to say something then this poem is in vain and I have defeated the purpose for writing at all.