Confusion

Rage,
Sorrow,
It is real.
Naivety is found,
In the weak,
In the happy…
And in the childish.
 
Their damnation is just beginning,
I don’t know what I feel that makes it so,
But it is all the same.
In every situation.
There are the sad,
The happy,
The enraged,
And the wise…
All to challenge our morals.
 
We no longer care,
Used to disrespect and dishonor.
We are tired:
Of life and death,
Of hate and joy,
Of sorrow and love.
It is just all too confusing,
They only get mixed up in the mess.
 
This disgust I feel,
I love it,
But I don’t know why…
Neither do I know if I will remain sane.
 
They see but don’t;
Walking unrealistic paths,
Falling and hitting walls that they could go around.
They never seem to realize,
To look another way and they will not be blinded;
All they do is look straight never stopping to truly see.
It was once considered evil to think two ways,
But now they are slowly reeling that in…
Someday they will advance…


ISA