Poem: In Confusion What Confusion

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Funny thing, this world is,

Always sends me a googly or two.

In search of love, I wander,

Never have I ever felt this.


I don’t know what to do—

Should I laugh, should I cry,

Should I shout, should I growl?

All I know is that deep pain,

Sitting in my chest,

Trying to burst out,

But I don’t know what it is.

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