Poetry

Confused

Some days I don't know what's happening

In the part of my head called a brain

It sure doesn't seem like a blessing

When I feel like I'm going insane

Something is sure to erupt

Like a volcano long overdue

And I do hate to interrupt

With clouds, these skies of blue

Something just isn't right

It's all settling wrong

In a place that induces fright

With my ears ringing like a gong

I'm sure I'm losing my marbles

Don't ask me how I just know

The filters of life they just garble

With things just as cold as snow

So tell me one thing, that's alright

Something that I can create

Or I may just bring light

So that no one else may I meet