The Confession

I have no idea where I stand,
Nor which hand to grab.
Will I'll be caught if I fall,
Or well I just be left to fall forever more.

Confused about what people tell me,
Not sure if they like me nor hate me.
I'm a shadow forever consent
But always at change.
The driest of lands
At the bottom of the lack.
I can see but I do not.
My feet are burning, the icy land is so very hot.

These are just a few of my thoughts,
That keep going through my head as I walk.
As you can see my thought are a mess,
This is what I have to confess.

My confession is done.
What do you think, am I the only one?