Down a One Way Street

I am walking down a one way street
Dazed and confused, without no one to meet.
Monsters in my head and fear in my eyes
Silence in my ears and my body at disguise.
I am cautiously not aware and positively not sure
Of what my life has been or what I will endure.
Can someone hear me calling out for a helping hand?
Can someone tell me why like this?
Please help me understand.
Hear my cry, hear my plea
Can't you see I want to be free?
no longer want to not know and no longer want to see,
That I'm walking on my own down a one way street.

--Ivett, L., Adult