Reading poetry allways makes me want to write some, even if it's pretty crappy. And since i read Sen's, it started the chemical process in my brain of "Hey, I think I'll right one too." Tis annoying if you ask me. Any ways, here it is.
Confusion
Why does everyone care
Does it matter what I say
Does it matter what I do
What reflection does it have on this accursed life
Do I really even matter
Will I ever make an impression
What is the point of it all
It all seems meaningless to me
Why live life day to day if there are no good things
I'm sick of the stones
They're piling to high
I can't breath
To many people around
I can't do any thing to change the way they think
So trivial, dimwitted, inside the box
How do they live life day to day like that
They say talking helps
It doesn't, just makes things worse
Everyone is so freaking close-minded
Always assuming they're right
But am I right
What is right
What is wrong
It's just two conflicting opinions
It needs to stop somewhere though
So were does it end
Why is life like this
So confusing
Why do I want to change their minds
You think too much, it gets to you
You wonder too much, it makes things worse
I envy the simple minded
I want to join them
But I can't
It won't stop
Stop churning, thinking, calculating
It's like an eternal clock
It won't shut up
Why won't it just quit
Why can't it all end
But it can
Or at least for me
But is it worth it
How will it affect others
Why is life like this
So confusing
Why can't I just fall into coma
To live in my dreams
They are my favorite place
More real than this confusing world
They don't make since
But at least they don't hurt
But you need hurt to see the good
So what should I do
Why is life like this
So confusing
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