BY: LIZ HARDIE
Confusion, each day you look at yourself
That is all you see
Why are you here, are you pretty enough
Are you fun to be around, why the dull personality
Constant confusion in your head
Are the new meds working, do you even need them
Everyone keeps saying you do, you guess you agree
Sadness consumes you, around others you force a smile or a grin
Confusion, thinner, chubbier, thinner, chubbier, is this how you look?
Changing your hair constantly, blonde, brunette, red, black, back to blonde
Long hair, short hair, layered hair, curly hair, straight hair
You want to hide, but your changing hair or weight always draws attention, people respond
You are confused by reactions to you
They ask why are you so quiet yet called bitchy, or shy yet called so vain
Why are you so friendly yet called guarded, are you fake or real?
So many perceptions, no one gets to know you, no one notices your pain
You are simply a confused soul
How can anyone understand you when you don’t understand you
Confusion in your head
You may always be misunderstood
Walking through life in a daze
Continue to smile through the confusion and sadness, pray you see good
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