High and low

 My angst came crashing back,
I've bitten my lip,bloody.
Is this my fault,to be torn
back and forth?Is there any
wonder,I don't know what
to think?I don't know what
I'm worth.

The lost stay that way,due
to lack of information.
They have no clue,as to how
they should move; I feel
this too.
I move in one direction,thinking
today will be the day,a sign perhaps,that I'm going the right way; frustration in a failed
hoped redirects my path.

Everything looks the same.
I'm lost in this place.
I can only hope to wander
around,searching for just one
little sign of life.