Cliché

This is a random poem expressing random thoughts that only make sense to me.

My head is full of confusion
But my heart is as empty as my wallet
Just like a school assignment

I don't know what to do
Or how to make something out of nothing

How do you teach a mute to talk?
How do you teach a person to love?

When does my life begin and my death end?
Answers are a thing of the past
Unanswered questions are in this season
Get the while they last

Sanity is in short supply
First some, first serve
I'm always at the back of the line

I need Sherlock to solve the mystery of my missing heart
The butler took it
Never saw that coming

I bite my blue nails and wonder how this will end
In love, death, sorrow?
Tune in next week to find out