Stuck

I'm here in the middle
Alone with myself,
Not quite lost,
Never been found.
I've lost my map;
Never read it to begin with,
Why do I mourn it?
I don't want this,
I can't stand that,
I'm just unsure what it is that I need.
So I try to be something:
I strive for a goal,
I leave all my safety
Just for this fool's paradise.
But I've found myself here,
Or lost it more like,
When I lost my steam.
I thought I'd had enough for the road,
But planned motivation's grown cold.
Not so much abandoned a goal,
As taken a break
At this permanent rest stop
On my highway to somewhere,
I lost the map- don't knowhere.
I never belonged back there,
But still haven't made it up here,
They'll notice.
I'm off, I'm tweaked, pretending,
So now I'm stuck here
Hoping no one notices
This distortion.
Twisted mirror
These bent shapes
I tried to make something beautiful
But my hands messed up it isn't right.
Don't come close or you'll see
So I'll watch from afar
And play out my role
And If you discover,
Please,
Don't tell a soul.