Confusions of self ‘s understanding

Emotions were felt

Words were spoken

Feelings were portrayed

Actions were done

Yet there’s no assurance

Either it was the right thing

Or was it the wrong thing to be done

Claimed to know of own self best

Yet still holding doubts of it

The worst of hypocrites that is

A pathetic  trying to put a lid on itself

Of confusion in what is really felt

Whether it is happiness and satisfaction

Or it is just plain emptiness and sadness

Filling body’s and mind’s spaces

 

Not even the own self can clarify it

In the haze of confusion and perception

For the own self can’t even spoke of what is really felt

So, it shall haunt for as long as the confusion is still there

As long as the own self can’t answer of what is felt

For the chains of it needs key for it to be open

And the key lies in the answer from the own self

 For only the own self knows itself better