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I am confused with life.

I am confused with the way things are.

I am confused with the way I am.

I am confused with the way the way is.

I am to be something I don’t know

I am to be someone I wanna know

I am to something my parents can proudly show

I am to be the one where hopes begin to flow

I like to be alone when things are bad

I like to sort my problems in my way when I am sad

I like to be with others when they need me the most

I like to be present with everyone being invisible as a ghost

I feel things that others can’t feel

I feel things that even I can’t see

I feel what I am not supposed to feel

I feel like shredding off the rules of steel

I want a life where skies are blue n people are true

I want a life where I do things that I love to do

I want a life where I am to stay the way I am

I want a life where I have a dear friend

I cannot be what I am not

I cannot see cruelty in the world

I cannot be a saint I know

I cannot just bear to see the hatred flow

I love to be loved by people whom I love

I love to be cared by the ones who ask for my goodwill

I love to be spared when there are expectations that I cant fulfill

I love to be dared by the ones who hate me the most

I can accept changes in life

I can accept challenges thrown to me to survive

I can accept the fact that people are not what they seem to be

I can accept the fact that I do possess an abnormality