Where Am I Going? , When I Get There Will I Know Where Im At? Poem by Mae Summerville

I dont know me anymore
Who have I become?
Who is this stranger
Walking in the 'out ' door?
I look in the mirror
I still dont see
Where in hell could i possibly be?
Maybe i went away
To somewhere safe
With tall walls and fences
To keep the wolves at bay
I walk around in circles
Weary to the bone
Trying to count how many times
But the number is never to be know
I wait patiently for the moment
That the madness will come to a stop
Hoping each day is a day closer
Will tomorrow be the day i drop?
I wonder if ill ever be founD?
The outlook is very bleak
But oneday, there ill be
Ashes scattered on the ground
When that day comes
Will anyone remember?
Will miss me when i go away?
Wont really matter then
Because there forever and ever ill stay