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Confused


 

Last night, I saw a shooting star

It told me “Be exactly who you are”

But I don’t know who I am

Am I like Sarah, or like Sam

Confused and lost

What’s the cost

Of being myself

Or someone else

Mirrors do nothing more than reflect

So what should I really expect

When I’m alone

In what’s supposed to be a “safe zone”

Being judged on my past

How long am I going to last

My mind’s spinning

Are they winning

Am I emo, am I girly

Do I want my hair straight or curly

Am I short, am I tall

Hell, do I know myself at all

Do I like red, do I like blue

Do I have a fucking clue

Where’s my mind

I think it’s stuck in a bind

Between reality and fantasy

Can I sing, can I draw

Why do I focus on every flaw

I look left, I look right

But everything, is dark, like the night

I look down and see scars

People say “They’re part of who you are”

Am I nothing more than cutting

Why am I absolutely nothing

My tongue is tied

My soul has died

No matter how hard I try

Every night in the bed, I still cry

Push back the tears

For people are near

Don’t feel a thing

So that the alarm doesn’t ring

Other people won’t know

If how I feel doesn’t show

Keep it bottled up

Smile when people say “What’s up”

Smile and grin

Keep how I truly feel buried within

                                                           Mi'Ahni Brown
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