Confusion
Written by Felicia Spencer

AN: I don't know where in the world this poem came from, but I just went
with it. It's not my best, but I had to rant and rave somehow. R&R.


The days turn into weeks
The weeks turn into months
The months turn into years
And I still can't have what I want

I'm always denied the chance
Of being happy, why is that
Am I doing something wrong in my life
Please tell me what I lack

Am I lacking faith
Am I just too weak
Should I hold my head up a little higher
Instead of looking at my feet

What am I missing
Did I miss the sign
Which direction should I take
It's something I can't find

How did I get so lost
Confusion is all around
I guess the road that I have chosen
Is a road that can't be found

Where can find that happiness
Is it obtainable to a girl such as I
Or am I doomed to misery
Until the day I die

I'm so sorry for being so bleak
This is my life and I have to deal
I guess I should be a little optimistic
Allow these wounds to heal

The days turn into weeks
The weeks turn into months
The months turn into years
But soon I'll get what I want