Wandering through this world, A confusing, frightening place, Where nothing I do seems right, And my wrongs are never corrected. I wander without knowing, Without a clue to what should happen, Making choices without knowing, Fearing what will happen. Is what I'm doing right? Or will my world shatter, Like a mirror dropped on the floor? Pieces tearing at my heart, Scarring portions of my life. What will become of the decisions I make? What will become of me?