The Wrong Man

no faith in me
no understanding
lots of tears
throughout the years
my fear
was more than you knew
happy times there were few
restless nights
daydreamed fights
white lights turned blue
shame as i wept
things i kept
all to myself
deteriorating health
can't get any help
locked away in
my own prison room
swept up by a broom
you've got the wrong man
i screamed out
but they didn't hear
my nervous shout
and i felt like a louse
cooped up in the house
staying in my room
to avoid my inevitable doom
what did i do
what did i do
what did i do
and what do i do