Hammers and Nails Have Nothing in Common.

God, how many times have I heard this conversation?
I've made such a big mistake.
The skeletons in my closet have become restlessly annoyed.
I've been stinking up this house for a couple years now,
only to find that I'm still just as unhappy.
It seems pointless to keep on going,
the world is tired of me,
and vice versa.
Keep your words to yourself,
or otherwise tell your friends,
leave me be.
I'm a walking contradiction,
I am quick to disappoint
I am quick to judge
I've fought a thousand wars
And my life seems to just focus on repeating