Confuson
Confusion
It's strange that I'm jealous,
over something that's not mine.
I've always been alone,
what's the difference this time?
It's weird I'm so competitive,
against some one who is a friend.
They're taking my attention,
I'll have to start again.
Why do I feel so inadequate,
that I question my worth?
My future, my talents,
and even my birth.
What could have happened,
to make me insecure?
It never happened before,
when did I become impure?
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