Mixed up Feelings

Sometimes I just don't know how I feel. And sometimes I do.
It's all mixed up, and sometimes weird.
It's crazy at times and lovely at other times.
Sometimes I feel lost, and don't know what I'm doing.
Sometimes I just don't think so.
Sometimes it's ok and sometimes it's not.

And then I don't know anymore. And fear everything.
Sometimes I just need to stop talking to you and think.
Sometimes I can't. It's all different at times, and then I can't tell you.
Sometimes... Sometimes... I just don't know.
Should I let it go?

Should I not?
Should I be confronted?
Should I tell?

I just don't know... I don't know why. I don't know how. I cannot tell.
This is why I call it the mixed up
feelings, that haunt me.
They feed on me, they get me, and cut me. They are me.

These are the feelings I cannot take.
This is me. This is all of me. This is how I am.

This is the haunted tangle in which I see.... This is how I see it.