Tenses

Cracks in the broken glass. Dust turns to ash. Past, present, and future tense. Why is it that nothing I ever say can make sense? No one really knows me. And yet, all I manage to do is nod my head and agree. Petina rust in the brass. The sun is gone within a flash. What have I become? Since when was pain the only thing I could welcome? Probably when I lost everyone I knew. When all I ever knew became a slew. A mess of things that never make sense. I'm caught in the past tense. Emotions harsh and crass. Finding some glass to smash. So I could relieve the pain. The insanity of being sane. All I'll ever be to you is a slacker drop out. To you, I'm just a dumb lout. So tell me why no one knows me. And why I can only agree.