CONFUSION

Few people will tell you how horrible of an illusion

Is the utter mind-consuming insecure confusion.

When you pray to stop thinking about what's wrong with you,

Only to start wondering what faith even are you.

You beg G-d for mercy, to finally feel better,

You write a blood-signed pleading letter

Calling to be freed from evil and pain

But it just gets worse day by day.

When you look for help you only get hate,

Hardly anyone understands your fate.

And then you see someone with the same pain as you

And to prevent them from hurting anything you'll do

You'd sit through the night to make them aware

While about your own self? Nobody cares.

And you wish you could just blow out your brains

Stop thinking and never be uncertain again.

But deep down inside I really well know,

The uncertainty just encourages me to go.

And while I hate the feeling of confusion

Let's not forget that it's just an illusion.