Confusion

Lost, that's what I call it.
When I'm all alone and confused.
Dazed, staring into my face.
Through this mirror.
Wanting things, seem to last forever.
Who am I?
I do not know.
Other than I was born
In March and named Marlena.
I try and try to find out
More about me.
Seems like at 24 I'd
Find my way.
At 24 I'm more lost than
I've ever been.
Confusion has been my friend
For years.
You would think that I love Confusion.
Only because she has been with me
For so long.
Confusion is the kind of friend
That just appears.
And never wants to leave.
For every reason, there is a season.
The season for Confusion has been too long.
Why want she just leave me alone?
If I were to asky myself a question.
Any question.
What would it be other than?
What to do?
Why am I so lost and confused?
I ask Confusion when she will leave.
She never speaks
Or hint.
Just complicate my life
More and more.
I feel like she has set me up.
For life.