Consequences

I feel like i've been thrown in a pitch-black closet.
The life that I once lived, I wish I could have paused it.
I'm with no wisdom like a jewel in a pig's snout;
No way of overcoming or finding a way out.
I hear peoples mad screams sound off in the distance.
The true reason I should have had for my existence ,
was to do the right thing and not cause disaster .
Don't make my mistakes 'cause I worshiped the wrong Master.

Author's Note

This is my second poem I don't really like it either , but whatever