I’m confused about my faith, belief and decisions
I’m even confused about my own intuitions

Sometimes I feel like there’s somebody else,
A life…. a soul…. inside of myself
It yells at me when I don’t do right
I can’t control it………….. it's like ‘IT’S’ another life

My friends call me phsycik
But I know that’s not true………
I’m so confused I don’t know what to do

I don’t know how to explain it
Or even where to start
The only thing I can think of…..
Is maybe it’s some kind of art.


(SIDE NOTE: ok I’m sure if you have read any of my other poems you know the drill….. this is a childhood poem I wrote when I was dealing with a lot of adult issues. This was my weird way of venting.... I’m sure most of you would probably frown upon me posting poems from my childhood, but it is who I am and not who I was. Hope yall enjoy and as always… thanks for taking the time to get to know me through my literature.)