Misinterpretation and patterns!

I hate this thing
About patterns,
The thing which
Interprets my unfinished thoughts
For mess and chaos.

The nights that
I wanted to have
Sweet dreams
Have got converted
Into those dreadful nights
Where insomnia has
Become my share of solace.

I'm not making sense
I may never make that
Had I known how to
I would have done
What I would want to.

Damn you patterns!
You forced me to
Find beauty in pain
And now that I've started to
You have made me numb

You greedy selfish thing
Your mess has got me in
And I'm not getting out of this
Anytime soon!