Conflicted

These coursing emotions

This unfiltered madness

I try to understand

To sort it all out

My moments, polluted

With wonder, worry, doubts

Hope, love, stress

Always more rushing in

Here am I, a total mess

While my brain continues to shout

“Do something, stupid!

You have to make your move!”

But how can I do this

When I don’t know what to do?

Too many things

I can’t make the connections

Make it all stop

Conflicted, which direction?