Confused!

Confused, that’s what I am,
In a quandary,
The picture is a puzzle,
But some of the pieces don’t fit.
Like a beautifully written story,
But with some words that don’t make sense.

My feelings are in a muddle,
The good, the bad and the ugly,
Like three different coloured threads,
All twisted and knotted together.
Happy thoughts strangled by angry ones,
Just as a neglected rose is engulfed by vines.

As the song says I need a little time,
Some space to work it out,
Only I’m not sure that I can,
Should love and hate be this complicated,
They are but two sides of the same coin,
Yet like identical twins hard to tell apart.

I’m unsure which path to take,
One turns a corner,
And leads to who knows where,
The other is straighter,
But the view is obscured by the mists
Of emotional turmoil.

I guess more thought is needed,
Some peaceful meditation,
To sort and organise the chaos,
Of knotted and twisted thought threads,
To weed out and chop back,
The angry hateful vines.

So then just maybe,
I can tell the identical twins,
Love and hate apart,
And have the confidence,
That lets me see round that corner,
And through the emotional mists.