I don't know how to
Feel.
Some days all the confusion
Of the world muddles
My senses and I am unable
To tell right from wrong
And other days the perfection
Of a blooming flower
Gives me hope that i will one day
Evolve into a better human.
But for now
I am stuck here listening
To the endless banter of the
Screams in the wind.
Who would cease when I
Put my world to an end.