Confused

                Confused, with a fuse planted so deep, but it's about to creep out and explode with no where to go but back inside. I want to leave it, forget it, move on, but it's got a hold on me so tight that all I can do is take it. No way to fight it, so i got to right it. No trust, so no denying what has took place to replace the taste of freedom. guess I'll never find it, wipped by lies, with cries on the rise, but secluded by my eyes. Everybody knows and I want to run, but to where-- exactly, no where, now isnt that a scare. But It is not for me because one, two, three years its been for me. No pain, no gain they always say, I wonder why that truth never seems to come my way. I take four steps forward and nine steps back into this dark place I call my mind, thinking- what am I going to do this time.