There are a lot of things that are
Confusing me,
That I'm trying to figure out,
But I'm not sure if I need to know now,
And further I confuse myself.
I get stressed out,
With trying to find the answers,
To school, to life, to me,
So sometimes it's nice to forget,
And I can just be with you.
Sometimes, though,
You confuse me too,
And I'm left in the dust just thinking,
You don't usually understand,
But that's okay, 'cause neither usually
Do I.
I'm trying to figure it all out,
To what extent I'm again not sure
To be certain of anything
Is not to be certain,
For what can we be certain of?
There are lots of things confusing
Me,
And I'm afraid to tell them to you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryUm... some poetry. And a warning: I'm new at this, so it may not be any good. Or maybe it will. I don't know.
