An outcast

I feel stressed
Pressed into helpless duress
left behind, put out of mind
as if a criminal charged with a crime
What is my sin the thing that keeps me from my win
I try and I fight and I strive and fail
I swing and I miss the goal that is the nail
How do I build something out of nothing
Is it my curse my burden to bear
A white cloth streaked with crimson that I am forced to wear
Does it not know the shame that I live in
Does it not know the shame I live in
Trouble seems to flow from one thing to another
A truck carrying my goal farther and farther
Can I find no respite
No rest despite the fact 
That I move through life as best as I know how
I am put away where no one can see 
On many a day I wonder where I will be
And it is because of this that I feel stressed
Pressed into helpless duress
Left behind, put out of mind
An out cast wrongfully charged with a crime 
For which proof I cannot find.