Poems About Confusion by New Members
#confusion
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
72 reads
2 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
72 reads
2 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
72 reads
2 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
72 reads
2 Comments
Ash_233
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
27th Nov 2024 8:02pm
The Checked Box
It’s not in my head.
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
You keep telling me, “The labs look great, the scans are clean. Maybe, it’s your brain that needs fixing. Maybe… you should try therapy.”
Try therapy? I’ve tried therapy.
I’ve worked through every last emotion until all that’s left is red rage, because there is nothing more to uncover. Nothing more to see than a doctor whose blinders have blinded me.
You make me question every question I ask. Make me wonder, maybe it is all in my head. Because if there was something really wrong, if it was really that bad, someone would’ve figured it...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
#frustration
#illness
72 reads
2 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
Hollowed Breeze
Into your being, Aeolus blew
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
#admiration
#confusion
#emptiness
#love
#regret
64 reads
2 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
Hollowed Breeze
Into your being, Aeolus blew
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
#admiration
#confusion
#emptiness
#love
#regret
64 reads
2 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
Hollowed Breeze
Into your being, Aeolus blew
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
#admiration
#confusion
#emptiness
#love
#regret
64 reads
2 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
Hollowed Breeze
Into your being, Aeolus blew
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
#admiration
#confusion
#emptiness
#love
#regret
64 reads
2 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
28th Nov 2024 8:45pm
Hollowed Breeze
Into your being, Aeolus blew
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross strung tight around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words they chose to speak
but...
#admiration
#confusion
#emptiness
#love
#regret
64 reads
2 Comments
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