Confusion

August 28, 2015

For so long I have been taught,

these morals and told these stories.

With all these images already put into my mind,

I have no space for visions of my own.

All these stories being told, theres no place,

no place for my own genre, my own book.

With this being right, and that being wrong,

where am I to turn.

Caught in the middle of the crossroads,

at ten, I looked for help.

As I get older, I took advice.

Now I have reached a time in my life,

where my own decision counts more than a million opinions.

But how can I decide when all this time,

my questions were answered by them,

rather than my own self.

And now I sit here afraid,

not knowing to follow my soul, or my mind.

And her smile, and beautiful inside

and friendships with someone like her,

can never not uprise.

And I thought I knew myself,

I guess I have no clue.

Cause now I wonder in confussion,

not knowing what to do.

-k.y

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