Just confused

Hurt, Blinding my senses.

Throwing me into, Total confusion.

Should I be sad, Or should I smile?

What emotion, Should I show.

What facial gestures, Must I make.

Happiness is so much, Easier to fake.

Is this good, Or is this bad?

Do such terms exist, In this universe.

Must we all troop, Like soldiers.

Obeying silent, Commands and curses.

An old tree, Has more will.

Than this broken, Wilted girl.

Yet we carry on, Making memories.

Only to forget, Years later.

In that short time, What was the gain?

If this is hurt, What use is this pain?