My Poem

My words are thoughts but my thoughts are sad.
My time is money, but my money is bad.
My love is a pleasure, but my pleasure is pain.
My joy is sunshine, but my sunshine is rain.
My eyes are windows, but my windows are closed. 
My poetry is my soul, but my soul is exposed.
My mind is a note, but my notes are confusing. 
My friends are a team, but my team is losing.
My actions are a cry, but my cries are unheard.
My hopes are dreams, but my dreams are absurd.
My feelings are sweet, but my sweets are unhealthy.
My insecurities are enemies, but my enemies are wealthy.
My heart is a fortress, but my fortress is defeated.
My  poem won't make sense the first time you read it.