Mass Confusion
So maybe I like him
So maybe I don't
So maybe he likes me
So maybe he doesn't
So maybe I'm confused
So maybe I have a plan
But what are the chances,
Of me having a plan?
I think about it,
quite a lot.
I tell you my problem
My mass confusion overwhelms.
You just sit and listen,
Staring at the wall.
I finish talking,
Telling you my problems.
And you look at me,
Like I'm an ugly insect
Like you are saying,
"How could you?
How dare you!
I can't believe it!
This can't be happening!
No this isn't right!"
Oh yeah,
Like this is what I want,
Like I planned it,
Planned liking him,
My feelings took control
It was all my brain could do to keep up.
So how dare you!
How disgusted you seem!
This isn't your problem!
Why are you here?
Get out of my life!
And stop looking at me as if I smell rotten!
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Jen H. | Year Posted 2009
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