Confused Poem by Wendy Murphy
Confused
I don't understand why you're mad at me
with all the other times I've let you be
If I'm having fun to hell with how I feel
it's all about you, that's what you call real
forget about what I know
the years i have lived
everything I've sacrificed
the all I always give
no use in arguing the facts
with someone who can't really hear
so I keep my mouth shut and hide inside
all that I fear
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4/23/2024 4:25:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Has a bite of wisdom to it