First poem of the blog... let's kick it off
Confused
Austin Moss
Confused.
To tell my problems would leave me
Exposed
To all the probing questions. No one
Knows
What lies beneath the surface of my
Soul
And no one really cares.
Confused.
To tell my problems would make them
Afraid
Of all the things I have in store, but
Wait
Until you know my secrets you won't know
Me
But if I give my secrets I won't be
Free
Can anyone listen without judging
Me
Confused.
