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[aid] => mick
[title] => Confusion
[time] => 2004-12-09 02:01:39
[hometext] => if emotions are really nothing but a figment of our imagination maybe thats why nothing seems to make sense....
[bodytext] => I never know where to turn Or when to step on back I look into the mirror and see a smiling face just staring back Thoughts are just a fairytale Dreams are but a wish Reality is so frightening but what is real?? what does exist?? I am blundering with trouble and filling up with steam Feeling all these things inside not knowing what it means Maybe I do love you or maybe its false hope Never knowing where to turn Afraid to fall back in the dirt Frustration is a word a word so hard to understand Like many things that are set forth in this very land Tears are drops of moisture but why they do exist?? No one knows for certain but I can tell you just this: We cry when we are angry and when we're feeling blue we cry for all the happy times that we are not feeling all our gloom I often wonder why I wonder why do I feel these things? What do I even feel? Is it happiness or pleasure Sacrifice or true love I cant even explain to you what brewing on inside of me prehaps maybe... could you?? I wish I had the answers a decoder for my mind I feel bad for even asking but that would save me so much time Is there a meaning to this puzzle? Is there a meaning to this life? I ask you all these questions? but yet Im still not satisfied Please help me find the meaning i am curious ... cant you see? Why do we feel these things inside now answer me ... why me? What is it that I am telling you for that I do not know Confusion is a funny thing my mind goes on to show... ill never have the answers until all time has passed The feelings that Im feeling if they are really even there Are little things inside my head that cease to fail me while I exist I look into the mirror and watch my swirling mind filled with all the torment... and the pleasure.... consuming all my life! [comments] => 4 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 2 [informant] => JennyFruFru [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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