Dear Confused

So many things are,
Confusing,
To me.
People say
You know?
I nod my head
Yessirmam
Hoping
It will come.
People all over
Claim to know
About things.
By the time
I read the end
Of a sentence
I've forgotten
...
I've forgotten
These people
That claim to know
Thinking
Like counting
Freight carriages
Rolling by
A level crossing
While
Naming my teachers
And
Every street
I've lived on
With the radio blaring
Jammed between stations.
Describe colour
To the blind.
Poetry
To the wind.
These people
Do they know?
Please
Tell me
Something
I don't know.