Confusion

Confusion builds like a tower
stretching over many hills
blocking off any sense of logic
or whats real

confusion looking out the mind
increasing the length of time
making everything slow
yet still leaving everything behind
covering up old tracks
from the path that others have been lead

confusion enters the mind
leaving a thin line between
whats just and whats a crime
waiting for everything to subside
with the tide

confusion sneaking in
leaving no where to end or begin
seeing nothing but what could be grim
and it all is bottled up
in a tin bin
unable to be broken for the mind to win

confused and no longer knowing what to do
this is my poem that shows my minds truth
no matter how sure i seem its never true
and you should never beleive
underneath it all hides many lies
that i keep from myself and everyone's eyes
cause the confusion makes me to scared to face
i wish someone could come and take my place