Writings of My Life

This describes how I often feel.

I try to decode the feeling in my soul
All that is translated lies mute
Words I studied but never understood
Confusion is all I have to turn to
Old regrets come through in bold print
While future hopes are an unknown language
The deeper I dig the farther I get from the truth
When I am blinded hope shines
Only to remain unnoticed
Mistrust and misuse are my only guides
As I get tangled in the writings of my life