Confused

I never thought I would feel confusion
Staring at the wall
standing perfectly still
but the world still spins faster than I can handle

When a simple object
Looks like a deadly weapon
Or when the sun
Is only a big ball of fire about to explode
any minute now

Nothing is a fantasy anymore
Hoping for rainbows after rain
is now just a distant memory
Seeing color in black and white
is now impossible

Once compared to the innocence of a child
now a wilted flower
sitting on the windowsill
never neglected
but lonely

Confusion
is worse than sorrow
Because you never know,
you could be sad, too

Confusion is when raindrops
that felt like exploding crystals
that held lightning bolts
that forced you to smile because
it reminded you of joy so much
are just raindrops

Confusion is when you look into people's eyes
that showed you anew world
that showed you fantasies
and shared secrets
are just a mere shade of blue, brown, green or some other color.

Confusion is when you look at your love
and remember the times of running into their arms
or when you first met
or when you cry into their shoulder
instead of making new moments


I never thought that I could ever feel confusion. But who am I to judge. I am confused, aren't I?