I don’t know.

I don’t know.

I don’t know how I learn.
I don’t know how I grow.
I don’t know.

I don’t know what I want.
I don’t know what I’m looking for as far as in faith.
I don’t know.

I don’t know how to approach situations.
I don’t know how to make new friends.
I don’t know.

I don’t know what I want to do with my life.
I don’t know what school I want to go to.
I don’t know.

I don’t know how to get other people to understand me.
I don’t know.

I don’t know common sense.
I don’t know how to express myself.
I don’t know how to articulate.
I don’t know.

I don’t know how to please my parents.
I don’t know how to be rational.
I don’t know.

I don’t know how to break habits.
I don’t know how to make habits.
I don’t know.

I don’t know how to not rage.
I don’t know how I’m still in one piece.
I don’t know.

I don’t know how I know the things that I know.
I don’t know.

I don’t know my favorite school subject.
I don’t know why bad things happen.
I don’t know.

But I do know,┬áthat I don’t know.

And I try to know,
what I don’t know.

And God helps me,
through it all:
through the tears,
and the pain,
and the unhealthy strives for personal gain,
and to try to understand.

And somehow, I’m still here trying,
but I don’t know.

People don’t understand.

And I don’t know.

I don’t know how to show
that I don’t know.

I just don’t know.