I feel all that’s inside me shake, criss-cross and tumble,
Ending up in places they shouldn’t be.
My feelings get confused and are unsure of how much
Of themselves to portray, or let go of completely.
I sit and stand and lay and think, but my thoughts do not
Know enough to figure things out.
And I know I should be using my head, but my heart is
What all this commotion’s about.