Confusion

Mostanában írtam pár verset, de eléggé zavaros. Eszembe jut egy gondolat, elkezdem írni a verset és eszembe jut más, amit hosszan tudnék elmondani. Ennek az az eredménye, hogy egyik-másik versemben ugyanannak a témának egy része megtalálható.

Nem is tudom mire gondoljak, hogy jól gondolkodom e vagy csak félek attól, hogy megsebeznek és védekezni próbálok, eltaszítani. Csak jól esik leírni, amit gondolok a pillanatban. De mindíg hallgatok a megérzéseimre...még ha rossz fele is visz (amit mindíg kétlek)

Confusion

Do they want confusion?

Want me to break?

Want me to beg and make no mistake?

To follow them blindly while bleeding out?

While giving no time to think this trought

Do they want obedience?

Prove that you love me

Not just lusting over, but actually want ME

All the care and all the problems too

Not just when convenient

And i have a good mood too

Will you still care when i burst out?

Beacuse my thoughts are messing around?

Will you still talk to me when i am sad?

Not just fucking leave

And thinking i'm whiny instead

I can handle your avoidance

But you can't handle this much

Complaining like a baby, denying touch

I try to understand, and the more i try

The less i get to work with

To find out what's in your mind

I know ego hurts badly

But please, could you grow up?

Offended from argueing

Then rather shut the fuck up

No words are better than confusion

I only have one rule

Don't be a fucking coward

And say what you think about

If i have an attitude

Annswer with attitude, i don't care

Just fucking express what's inside there

To know that you care the slightest

About what's going on here

If the reason of my tears is you

No matter the cost

I won't find you worth staying for

I'm not here to be lost