Confusion At Its Finest

I am confusion at its finest.
With a caution sign of red.
No one ever knows,
What I'm thinking in my head.

My thoughts consist of random things,
Like whether cows go moo.
I have a short attention span
And there's nothing I can't do.

I am confusion at its finest.
I am crazy but I'm shy.
My personality is different.
And I'll give anything a try.

My favorite color's black.
And my hair is really curly.
And if you even care to know
I am not all that girly.

I am confusion at its finest.
I am hard to figure out.
You will never know my secrets,
Or what I'm all about.

The few things you'll know,
Are just the basics of me.
I am a band geek and cheerleader.
I am all that I can be.

I am confusion at its finest.
I'm imperfect in my ways.
I will mess up here and there.
I too will have bad days.

But I do enjoy the good times.
That my life offers me.
Like dancing in the rain,
Under a shady oak tree.

I am confusion at its finest
Fast paced and alive.
I am always up to beat,
For hard challenges I strive.

On the outside I am normal
Brown hair and brown eyes.
But if you don't look deeper.
What your seeing is lies.

I am confusion at its finest.
This is what you know of me.
This is who I am,
And who I'll always be.