Confusion is an opinion..
Listen to all who are bigots..
Feel only your opinion, but confusion kicks in..
Alone, but no care for such emotion..
Carry on, but confused as what to do..
Listen to what you love, whether its visible or not..
Whether you fail, or you finish..
There's no bad or wrong in your mind..
You'll get through this, for all opinions, are confusion...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine start with a nice poem, Joshua. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks