The Struggle

Where in the world am I?
Where could I be?
People tell me I'm shy,
No wonder with everyone around me.

I try to find my way,
Through this never ending maze,
I shake my head in haze,
But the haziness is there to stay.

Why do I continue to gain,
This unreal amount of pain,
After every sorrowful day,
That I spend in this month of May?

Do I deserve all this hate,
From everyone I know,
From every wind that blows?
Perhaps this question is asked too late.

Confused and shaking,
Holding in my hand a knife,
Wondering if I should put an ending,
To this puzzle called life.