"Perplexed"
I was raised to know things
And be ignorant about nothing
I pushed myself to always ask
when I don't know the given task
It was not pride that hurt me
But confusing words bit me
It left me empty
It left me hurt
I didn't know what I did
I just know that I don't know
And shut out I cried
when my feelings slowly fired
I don't like not knowing
But it seems I was not born to know everything.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.