My Riddle

I am empty and clueless,
Lost without a direction,
Wondering aimlessly through time.
Fog had rolled in and had distorted my vision.
I tried to conquer the fog, but failed miserably.
On and off, up and down, life goes on.
Sadness soon becomes anger,
And anger soon becomes scared.
Confusion then sweeps through like a broom,
Swish, swish, swish.
Mixed up feelings go round and round.
On and off, up and down, life goes on.
Hands come down to pick you up,
But lies and deception cloud your judgment.
Family and friends become distant.
Days become weeks and weeks become months,
Life is a never ending battle.
On and off, up and down, life goes on.