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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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