Confusion

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I don’t understand

Everything was going so well.

Everyone was happy

Even I was smiling again.

But tonight was the night

Where things all went wrong.

My friends weren’t smiling

My friends weren’t laughing.

One lost a friend

Another hates their life.

Another being ignored,

By the love of his life.

Stories of cutting

Of suicide. Death.

Stories of broken hearts

Of longing. Loneliness.

I want to help

But I don’t know how.

I was once like them

But now I’m happy.

Did I break my curse

And it spread to my friends instead?

Should I have stayed in misery

To keep them bright and happy?

My friends are all so sad.

My attempts to help are fruitless

I’m the youngest of the group

I’ve still too much to learn

I can’t help with the relationship issues

I don’t understand love enough to help

The ones who can help have their own problems

So it’s a balance of who to help.

I know I shouldn’t feel this way

But I feel a burden on my shoulders

A burden to help my friends

A burden to make them happy.

My name means to bring together

And my heart is strong and kind.

Out of my good will and good heart

I vow, I won’t stop.

I won’t stop until they’re happy again.

I won’t stop till there is no more confusion.

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