Why Is My Life So Confusing? Poem by Tala Mando

Why is my life so confusing?
It feels like every time I try to win I end up losing
Everything to me is no more amusing
The words that are left unsaid are the most accusing
But the words that are said are the ones that are bruising
So why is the world around me so abusing?
Is it because of the people that are excused?
Or the ways that we are defused?
Maybe it's just the fact that is so bemused
Or the fantasy that we all pursued.