Confusion is when your body says no,
But your dreams say yes,
When you heart has forgiven,
But your head has not.

Confusion is when you think your feelings have changed,
But they haven't.

Confusion is being pulled in two directions.

Confusion is having to choose between your wants
And your destiny.

Confusion is something dreaded by all.

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I was ten years old when I wrote this poem. This poem sat in a torn-up notebook for years before my mother found it. Without her I would have never known anyone cared to read this poem or any other poem I wrote. In times of confusion, I will always have family.