Confused Poems - Poems about Confused

I'm stalking the ground. Treading the lines between, half human and distorted frequency. Slowly I recede. I'm chocked off from everything. A distant recollection, an obligated memory. I barely made out. Shadows of insecurity obscure my mind. Fruition in a haze of lies. Ill reanimate. I'll tell myself anything. I'm losing my soul and it's the...

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A hippo never went to school which seems quite the catawampus tho' he's no fool it's not cool as there's no hippo campus and wild is the hippo while the horse may be tamed yet both are herbivores with large teeth to graze or crop and altho' the hippo has an equine nickname that's where the similarity stops as the hippo is the horse of...

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What do I do? Where do I go? Will there ever be a day When I'm certain of what I know? I compare myself to others far too easily Hoping to become a person I'm never meant to be Does anyone else mourn the death of childhood Just as much as I? Or stand alone in winter's chill And admire the starry sky? Sentimentalism haunts...

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When I grow up, I want to be a man ‘Course, I am a man already Comfortable in my skin as I am ~ So never mind this poem, wrote she ...

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Roses with thorns grow on my heart As I waited for you To tell me how you feel Do you want me? Yes or No Is it just a game We talk for hours, nothing new We laughed for hours, nothing new We went out twice, nothing new Do you want me? Yes or No Is it just a game I don't understand you anymore All...

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The egg said to the bacon “What is wrong with you?” “You arrive with such a fuss and a splatter” “All the eggs are wondering just what could be the matter?” The Bacon replied with a sigh “What is wrong with you? “You lie there, serenely, with no fuss nor hint of a splatter” “All the bacon is confused about why...

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My mind racing… swift thoughts constantly chasing… every single millisecond. a new one appears. forced to be in places i don’t want to be people, places, things that aren’t good for me, oh how I wish they would all just flee. everywhere I go I feel surrounded by negative energy. sad faces. scattered minds. broken hearts. damaged souls. our world is hurting. So little positivity around with not...

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What is that gizmo on your head? Little doodad his son quickly said Is it a whatchamacallit or a rinky dink? Whatever you want Daddy, whatever you think. The pool-side aliens who had been listening were trying to decipher Words that made no sense, like vacuum, dust, and diaper Gizmo? Doodad? Rinky Dink? Do we have the right planet, do you think? Let’s...

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Why do you do so much extra? I stared at the man, not understanding You did this, that, this, that, and this…he said I continue to be confused. People don’t do all this extra stuff for other people, he told me. A lightbulb flashes blue in my brain. He is from the city I am from a small town He does not know...

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Though frazzled and flummoxed and frayed, Still, none of it all would he trade. The father of two Knew not what to do, But knew that in love he was paid....

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With loneliness filling the pit of my heart, My God has a plan and has from the start. I keep feeling empty and lost, and do my best to focus, instead of knowing my old ways would have a steep cost. My life would hang in the balance and so would the trust I've worked so hard to regain. I'm perfectly imperfect and my God...

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Eighteen A number that holds so much meaning Any individual who meets terms with this number never feels content A singular tie to childhood is all that’s left A bearing weight of adulthood near An anxious sense of uncertainty for what perseveres A sentimental responsibility for new freedoms adhere The time in life that withholds the most confusion When many individuals unfold...

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I'm friends with a monster, Inside my head. But I hate the way he is always Crawling under the bed when I want him beside me, holding my hand, Want him to protect me from all the thoughts racing Along the shore; a never-ending creed. I'm so tired of them, the thoughts- They're scarier than death. Now I want a gun pointed to my...

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Last night, I stood at the edge, wondering about the results if I succumbed. The gain, the loss, the paths that crossed. The idea of death, and the journey ahead— all stood, stood with me at the edge. But then, it struck me again. Every night, I...

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I’m confused. Not with life or people. Not fully anyways. With love. Love is very confusing. I see someone cute, and my heart flutters, butterflies forming in my stomach. I’ve always had crushes, small feelings of like, when I think someone’s cute and kind. But love is different for me. I can’t stop thinking about them, I always end up staring at them, I can’t forget their voice, I always...

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