Nowhere

I know what I'm
Living without.
And I hate the fact I
Never got a choice in the matter.

But I have nowhere.
Nowhere to go,
Nowhere to run.
No one's waiting for me.

There's nothing I hate more
then being stuck between
these two wrongs.

I'm safe nowhere.
I can feel the anger,
Rushing through my veins.
Clouding my mind.

I need an outlet.
But there's none.
Other than myself.

Stuck in a vicious cycle.
With nowhere to turn.
Nowhere to run.

What now?