The Psycho Path Poem by Amber Jones

I find myself confused
a jumbled mass of emotions
eating away at my sanity
it's like an ongoing maze
through dead, white hallways
with mindless thoughts
and actions
and feelings
forcefully carved into each door
and I'm left with choices
thousands of choices
but I don't know which choice to choose
my sense of direction is numb
and I do not know where they may lead
I am scared
it's like a blind man gambling
he cannot win if he cannot see his hand
he cannot win if he doesn't know how much he has to gamble
so where does that leave me?
I either lose everything
or have no purpose for anything
like an inmate in an asylum
but even I don't belong there
so I continue onward
through my psycho path
dreading the wrong choice
but hoping to find the right door