Broken Metaphor

Broken metaphor,
The fragments stab my mind.
How can my words
Be so messy?
How can they
Be so unrefined?
I title myself a writer,
Yet never title my work.
Am I a nameless poet,
Only analyzing my self worth?
The rhymes
Become enzymes.
Breaking down what little motivation
I have
And I spend my downtime
Piecing together halves
Or quarters
Of constellations,
Of broken segments,
Of broken metaphors.