Lost in translation

That this gets in my mind and nerves, That my feelings are all muddled up, That my concentration is ruined, That my night isn't fun anymore. I know pointers, I hate pointers. Damn, that my escape place is poetry, It's the only safe space I can ever own, Because the one safe space I want, Isn't ready to be made one. I know pointers, I hate pointers. That all my words turn into poetry, When I can't communicate, or share For the life of me, I am stuck in this place But who do I get to blame, But this faulty and meddly heart? I love you, Jack, and this is a cry for help. Please hear my heart.