Warrior or survivor?

The problem.

Sunday morning,

breakfast on the table.

Dark circles under my eyes,

and i spill all the lies,

that's maybe because i am the problem.

The sky is blue,

and later a storm is crashing down on me.

Now the sunny day is gone,

and the sky is upset with me,

and being blamed for everything.

Everything lines up in a vertical order,

parallel lines crashing in my destiny.

Am i the problem?

"Do you ever do anything correctly?"

"you're such a heavy box on my shoulder."

Its maybe because i am the problem.

Welcome myself in a battle,

where i dont know how to hold a sword.

So i st*b someone so bad with the sword,

and everyone is shocked.

I lost the battle, because i was the problem.

They glare at me as if i put the house on fire,

and the family went up flying high.

I swear it wasn't me,

but i'm being blamed for it once again.

The moon is upside down,

it's not glowing enough.

I wish it did, but wishes don't really work,

until the shooting star is closer to me.

This all is exhausting and i want to go away,

but if this is all i've ever wanted,

then why is it too rough on me.

Am i really the problem again,

or is this all just a problem on me?

Questions...again.

Its rotting as it burns more.

The problem is the volcano in my heart,

waiting to explode the second the heat gets intense.

And my fear runs.

It can't survive.

I can't survive.

The problems are unresolvable,

and the answers are undecidable.

If there was a solution to everything,

then there wouldn't be a problem in the story,

but the shooting star is not here to catch me.

Maybe because i am the problem.