Identity Poem by Anthony Levitt

These stupid feelings I have they got to me and they alienated me far from reach until now I am no more...
I call out to myself but I hear no reply.
I must not have a image because nothing I see seems right.
Lost without a map and no compass in sight...
I can not bring myself to locate sense in this random world in which I was brought...
Dearest diary I begin to write... which story will unfold next to move me further from my true sight?
Oh but if I had one clue, one message or even one guide to show me the path! But alas none...
And so these stupid feelings turn into more than I may like, If anything the feeling man is bound by a life of pain!
Such depression and so much I mean...
I have no idea what this is even about or what (if anything) it was meant to mean...