I Am Strange, I Am Disconnected Poem by Piscine Kipling

I'm pursuing my teenage years while being completely lost
Uncontrollable uncertainty unbinds me, shaking and stirring
False truths I then dwell upon, and then it proceeds to toss
My senses into a chance direction, I latch onto anything alluring

As my thoughts refine, soon I will find something to believe in
I’ll look at my reality with it to the point of total distortion
That thing I hold onto becomes my spectacles until it’s worn thin
Then it is gone through an impulse of insightful contemplation
And again, I'll repeat the process that has made me very lost