runaway

am i supposed to feel sorry for myself? as if i do not know what is wrong and i should pity how lowly that feels? because i do not know what is wrong and i do feel this pathetic ambiguity but that must not keep you from shying away, does it? i try. i tell you, i beg you to listen. i am trying. when someone strays from the trail, most often they become lost, correct? i have not lingered an inch from this path but my head dizzies my feet and i do not know where i am anymore. don’t tell me it is my fault, because it is. don’t tell me anything.