What is confusion really?
If confusion is the act of being confused how do you know when you are?
When I see her I don’t think I’m confused I know the feelings are true.
But when we talk the confusion rears its head.
It isn’t an emotion?
Is it an object?
Sometimes it seems it is.
It only appears around certain people.
Around certain subjects.
You can’t be confused unless confusion is around you?
Writing this has only made me more confused about what confusion is?
Am I confusion?
Is she confusion?
Are these feelings deep down just nothing but teenage confusion?
How can I feel anymore if all she brings is never ending confusion?
This is just nothing but repetitive nonsense now?
But isn’t that what confusion always ends up being?
I guess it’s hard to answer the question,
What is confusion really?
Because it’s just to… well confusing.
Maybe it’s because she makes it that way?
I don’t know anymore.
I’m just to confused..