WHY? i dont know

My thoughts are turning to dreams,
its all illusions that feel surreal,
I never just look at the clouds anymore,
because my face is made of steel.

Everything is joke, but nothing is funny,
if there was such a thing as luck,
It would be like my hair; short.
I AM THE DEFINITION OF CLUMSY.

All book knowledge and no common sense,
I always argue and I always lose,
because the wrong words come to my defense.

My brain feels alien sometimes,
my way of thinking is abnormal,
but what is normal anyways?
I never think in a straight line; thoughts, like bullets, go astray.

Rain today, sun tomorrow,
my mistakes with L cause a feeling of sorrow.
What more can I say?
What more can I do?
When I try my hardest to understand you?

I posses tools like no other,