Why Are You So Damn Confused?, by Broken-Hearted Angel. Subscribe to rss feed for Broken-Hearted Angel.

I don’t like to speak of what I am really feeling
It makes me look too weak
The cold makes me shiver and shake
Red nose, tingly feet
The diet coke you bought me
Is the best thing I’ve ever had
If I’m yelling its not to serious
I get quiet when I’m really mad
If I really fear that I love you,
I’ll probably run away
I don’t like to put myself in situations
Where there’s emotion and disarray
I rarely cry at movies or funerals
But to see another in pain
Makes ma want to find the cure for life
You wont see me struggle all the same
I laugh at myself when I fall over
Or trip down in the street
Maybe people think I’m crazy
I don’t take life so seriously
I like to turn the music loud
In the car and sing along
There’s always new thoughts running through my head
Though I wont speak a single one aloud
I’ll smile if I think it will make
You smile for me too
This is who I am so why
Are you so damn confused?
Posted: 2005-11-05 18:19:34 UTC

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