A Box In the Middle of a World of Chaos

everybody has problems we all have choices inside and out everyone walks the floors over something or someone from time to time then there is me....who says 'i don't know' then here i come....saying 'where do i go' not a friend in sight not a family member to turn to i realize that i am alone and the reality of it will always burn through it is just the way it is i am now a maze runner with a fake smile i am now a face stunner with a feeble gangster lean all who knows me can easily tell i am not hard....but here i am testing the in many stated of shapely fashions i am the one who always ends up with my ass whipped and crying in the corner....picking myself up off the floor i am the one who will step to you again just to prove that i am all real all the time without me knowing, i am just taking all my bullshit out on you.... you just walk away from me with a look of disgust on your face and remind my brain.... ....everybody has problems we all have choices inside and out everyone walks the floor over something or someone from time to time then there is me....still trying to figure it all out....