Confusion
Some days are better than others. Some days I just sit and cryOther days I appear to be fine while inside I am wishing i would die.
Most days on the outside I am happy as can be. Worried about the people who seem to see through me.
Confusion probably sums it up, as I'm looking down at my half
empty cup. This way, that way, where do I go? Somebody
answer me, I really must know.
It's true we spend our lives looking for our place. But some of us need help, a vision, a sign, something to embrace.
Some say life is short, I say it's way too long. A journey that
takes your entire life just to figure out all the things you did wrong.
I guess only time will tell. That fateful question is there heaven or hell.
As for me, well I have no plan. Guess I'll keep on learning until the fall of man.
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