confusion it has came to
back and forth it goes
neither of us knows what to do
i think of all this krap
thanks to that one
is this all just a trap
that one
he feeds me all these lies
so then i start to think
think what i dont wanna.
helplessly confused.
he doesnt seem like a true friend.
am i just being used
used by the one i love?
things have changed.
i can only wish it will change back.
is this some sort of stage?
is he trying to test me,
in one of the most painful ways?
is he testing my loyalty
my love?
my flexibility?
but then its backwards
the girl is suppose to be
the one testing
not the guy.
but oh well
why is he doing
all this stuff to me?
is he enjoying torturing me?
this has got to be fun for him
if he wont and
isnt stopping
or has his confession
completely taken him
taken him over
so now what?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem