What do you think about this poem?

Calmly chaotic and rather psychotic

Trying to navigate

this modern society.

Full of trauma

in all its variety.

Asking myself

how to find home

with strangers

undertone, I'm alone!

Stealing, lying, cheating,

poor old grandmama.

Would running away

be better by far?

Gotta get that roof

over her silly head.

God knows she needs

to sleep in a bed!

Shyly reclusive

must evolve.

Personality

isn't resolve.

Shut down the smile

and do not speak

because life is nasty

for a bipolar freak.

Take the meds,

just sleep and eat.

I've given up!

Accepted defeat!