Sort of..

Sort of angry,
Sort of mad,
sort of happy,
Sort of glad,
Not really knowing where to turn,
Not knowing what I'm feeling.

The confusion in my mind,
Controls my every thought,
Controls my every waking moment,
Even though I've fought,
I fight to hide it,
I fight to hide the confusion that I feel.

So I might have died,
Inside my mind,
Although I tried,
It never works,
All I feel is that,
I'm sinking, drowning inside.