Poetry Issues

Tonight we're all alone Together we can share my homemade scones It would make me feel so happy inside I'm serious it would make me feel alive And all though it would make you wanna die I really think should give this a try I heard you whisper in my ear "I got problems of my own dear" I show you my hometown And you pray for it to slowly burn down While you're putting on your golden crown I dive into the black water and drown With bandages around your right arm You look like you need a mound of patience I heard you whisper in my ear "I got problems of my own dear, You're not the only one around here." To me that didn't sound at all wierd (Why are you laughing?) I hate it all, I hate it for no reason I try to keep up with what you think I should be For what it's worth, it's nothing I approved of To me you're nothing but a fucking waste of time