The Circle

What am I doing in this lonely place?
An ultimate isolation that has no face
A complicated arrangement
Trapped in containment
All memories are blurred
I just want to be heard
Emotional anguish
An alien language
One second to breathe
I have fallen on my knees
One minute on the ground
It's here I am found
Crazy am I
I will not cry
I believe in my mind
Why is it always rocks that I find?
Faith is my weapon
Ideology is my destruction