Confusion
I am not always together,
on many, many days,
I struggle to find consistency,
to keep me from astray
I can not cope with being,
all good and always there,
it makes me so unhappy,
it makes me hard to bare,
I can not see a way through,
of the muddle and the din,
why don't you just be brave, once,
and hand it all back in.
Copyright © Sayrah Griffiths | Year Posted 2014
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