A little poem to get me through my migraine

I realize I'm a bit off the deep-end, A bit overshadowed.
A little too obsessive, And sometimes a little callow.

I think I'm often a touch out of reach, And maybe a bit cheeky.
A head in the clouds, Perhaps that's why I look a tad peaky.

I seem so far away, And I probably am distant.
At least I'm somewhere here, Albeit a bit resistant.

I notice I'm a bit bias, A bit opinionated.
Quite a bit informed, But often times slated.

I guess I can raise hell, And all sorts of trouble.
But sometimes I clean up, And I do a pretty good job sweeping through the rubble.