Vexed

You know you're convoluted when you're mind forgot regrouping after shooting off your mouth again pretending you've intruded.

Like a hijack(hie Jack) when he loses it thinking he's intrepidus, while what a mess of consequences ensuing from his never ending pending track of mind digression from any form of lesson one might question, what the heck is this?  He's joking.  

Your convolutions are mind contusions, gotta be smokin', tokin', not appreciation merely broken.  Vacant and hosted by a slew of pollution.

So your own volition deluded you,
mixed you up and screwed with you,
so much your head's a rubex cube.  What's more, could you conclude.

Misconstrued eludes you to a fixed up view you preconceived you'd always choose...
So now you can't go back you lose.  The chance you had you buried to.  Each time it came up your crime profused.  In line with makeup, you fake the news.  Ever refusing to choose something new, so long as you're recluse.

Oh what's the use?  You're vexed, duressed and such a mess, out of context, I'm unimpressed.  Then get it together, put together your head, don't be stubborn.  Admit you lose, follow suit, then choose what's best, if it even exsists for you.