I am confused
I am riots in the streets.
Screams of terror and destruction.
Acts of hatred.
I am the sound of gunfire.
Feared by most,
A sweet melody to a sick few.
I am black shadows in a burning red flame.
A vague depiction of an uncontrollable pain.
Unidentified and disposable.
I am a child who lost her doll.
Overwhelmed with desperation.
With tragic eyes, but a hopeful heart.
I am puffy eyes and dry lips.
The heartbroken victim of some pathetic crime.
Hideous tears of shame.
I am an outsider to a world of laughter.
Left in solitude.
Ignored by the masses.
I am balled up fists and racing hearts.
Twisted in her own mind.
The picture of teenage angst.
I am a girl who’s afraid to speak.
Hesitation overpowering desire.
Falling victim to fear.
I am a wandering soul.
Waiting for the future,
In hopes of closure.
I am confused.