Confusion of a teenagers mind
No, I don’t know
I don’t know if I did “good” on the test.
I don’t know if the teacher liked my essay.
I don’t know what my grades are.
I don’t know why I’m sad all the time.
I don’t know why I get sick and stressed all the time.
I don’t know why I get dizzy.
I don’t know what hobbies I want to pursue.
I don’t know what I want to eat for dinner.
I don’t know what I want to do in the future.
I don’t know what colleges I like or what majors I’m interested.
I don’t know why I’m losing friends
Or why I just don’t want to get out of bed in the morning.
I don’t know why I just can’t keep my room clean.
I don’t know why I shake all the time.
I don’t know why I want to just write and listen to music.
I don’t know why I’m frantic and picky about every little thing.
I don’t know why I just can’t sleep.
I don’t know why I’m always in a bad mood.
I don’t know what I want to do at all anymore.
I feel like I’m trapped underwater,
8 feet down and chained to the bottom.
I’m slowly being strangled with little to no breath left.
I just don’t know.
All I know is that I just don’t know.
And that is all that I know.