Confusion Poem by Anushna Satapathy

Waiting for the unknown,
Struggling with my composure.
Why am I so anxious?
Why am I so restless?

What am I waiting for?
What is it that I look for?
When I'm lost deep in my thoughts,
Oblivious to the outside world.

Lost in myself,
I am idle.
On the surface I appear thoughtful
But inside, my thoughts churning in confusion.

I try to think,
But cannot.
Does happiness elude me?
Or do I elude happiness?