Mixed Signals

You confuse me.

In the way you speak

The way you act

Everything is good and bad

At the same time.

I wanna pick out the signs

Telling me where I stand

But they point in a million different directions

So I’m always running from place to place.

People tell me to follow the roses

But what if the roses aren’t real?

What if it’s just a path of

Pride

Baseless optimism

Hopeful imagination?


Such is the plight of the girl who

Thinks too much

Feels too much

Too fast;

Forever cursed with

Blurred vision

And forever unable

To trust herself.


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