Head full of questions

Oh what the heck, I just typed up something then deleted it again about 5 times.

Is it stupid to be emotional? Like is that something people would look at and see it as 'weak'.

Confidence strides from something right?

Is it the hurdles that people have taken determine what they become?

Perhaps people don't have time.

Judging is wrong, telling the truth isn't, right? 

What if your judgement is correct...so is the line above invalid?

Now I take it your puzzled

Why so poetic all of a sudden?

But does there need to be a reason behind everything though?

See..now I'm sure that line came across as 'rude' right? Take 'but' and 'though' out and it sounds half decent.

But what I want to know is do questions always need an answer?

If not, they why do we expect one.

Expectations lead to dissatisfaction

so maybe questions are then pointless?

The hypocrisy running throughout this 'poem' is revolting.

It's a never ending tyranny.

Confusing isn't it?

I sometimes confuse myself.

Being confused is when you can't think straight

Bewildered. Baffled. Bogus.

What do you care?

Do you care?

Do I care that you care?

Does it just sound silly now?

It was never a serious poem anyway right?

Or was it?

It was serious. It was all serious, all intended, planned and processed.

In contrast to my days.

The long ones, the ones where they drag. 

The short ones, when I'm cut off. 

The ones where it's smiles all round.

The ones where it's hard to smile.

Laughter, laughter, laughter.

Laughter doesn't mean anything, it's a reaction to what I see.

I laugh because what I see is extraordinary, different, normal, too normal sometimes.

Can you relate?

Perhaps you think it's bullshit

Maybe you think that because it's true.

Or are you struck.

Shocked?

Confused again?

Oh what a circle.