Confusion You’re not quite sure what to do, You find yourself staring at the glass. Half full with poison, Half empty with life. You reach out, your fingers stretching, Trying to reach for the glass. However, you stop, you’re a bit unsure, Sometimes you get confused on what to do. You want to die, You’ve said it over and over in your head. Just get it over with, Why not give up? Once more you reach for the glass, Grasping onto it and looking down. It’s just an empty glass, Filled with your confusion for life.