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Confused by this present state

because I’ve failed to assimilate.

My shield of safety has crumbled,

but I try franticly not to stumble.



All that once was has disappeared.

Clothed in inexperience and fear,

my insecurities were fully exposed.

I’m haunted by the roads I chose,

where vulnerability was the focus,

and I lost those worth my trust.  



I participated in foreign affairs  

only to fall on my knees in despair.

The line between right and wrong

blurred or wasn’t there all along.



Help me find a clearing in the haze,

the straighter path in this maze

that’s hidden from my periphery.

I ask that you come in a hurry

before the last remnants of sanity

vanish with my faith in humanity.