Have you ever felt so confused,

That your every thought seems to constrain you?

That your every thought seems to contest you?

That your every thought seems to contain you?

And that your every thought seems to contradict you?

Have you ever felt so confused,

That your every action seems from contempt born?

That your every action seems to consort scorn?

That your every action seems power shorn?

And that your every action seems like your conscience torn?

Have you ever felt so confused,

That you’d wish everyone would leave you alone,

And when they did, for a little company you would moan?

That you’d wonder why nobody understood you,

And wonder why you failed at understanding them too?

I have felt this way and sometimes I still do,

Sometimes everything seems black, its so damn blue,

But it would be comforting to know,

If any of you ever felt this way too.