Short poem: Atonement

To be called weird, How does that make me feel.
Like a thank you card that was never sealed.
What goes through my mind through the day.
It really doesn't matter, People don't realize what they say.
To be able to overcome, to be able to move on.
Living in a place like this, I rather be gone.
Where to look next, Running to the goal line.
Things right now aren't looking too fine.
I wonder if I can live with making a certain choice.
What will lead me? Listening to God's voice.
Staying here, filled up with confusion and fear.
Where is everyone, Is anyone here.
Guess it is up to me to find my own way.
Atonement for the wrong I've done,
A good way to start the day.