Confused

I listen in wonder. Certainty, anger, Violence donning humor’s mask, Uncertainty shielded by faux-moral armor. I don’t always know But I always feel Surprise attacks Wound me. Conflicting opinions wielded like swords. Sticks and stoned words. Self loathing hurled really does hurt. People howl as if bleeding, Strike back or retreat, snorting clouds of disdain. I don’t always know But I always feel Sometimes glib words Fail me. Near-frivolous gab launched on once neutral seas Oblivious to impending storm. Thunderously muted, dashed on the shore, Remains beyond recognition. I don’t always know But I always feel I wish you were here To hold me.