Lost and Confused

Why do I feel this way
To feel the fustration
The fustration of being
Of being lost and confused

To be condemn without a voice
To be condemn without a say
To be trap within myself
When I am not the one to blame
But, instead it is you

It is you who should be blame
To be blame for this misery
This mockery of me
With no appeal

Like a wound
That cannot be heal
That cannot be mend

May 11, 2009