riddled

I am alive
Or so I am told
I wonder why?
I hear the fables of society
I see the illusions of the populous
I want only to understand, to know!
I am alone
I pretend to exist in this world of whims
I feel the anger of the unknown
I touch the air, the nimbus of life
In a reassuring gesture
I worry for my sanity
I cry to that chameleon like unknown
I am insane!
I understand only that I am confused
I say this in mockery of truth
I dream and I feel so wanted, so alive
I try to keep these visions to no avail
I hope someone finds me in this pit
For I am dying