LOST

I am lost

Lost in my sadness

I am mad

Mad at me

At my folly

My confusion

My nonchalance 

I am mad at my mistakes,

The ones that reoccur.

I hate my fears,

I'm fighting to be strong

To conceal my fears

Fighting wounds me_

I am bleeding.

'Not fighting' eats up the better part of me.

What am I to do?