Hello?

Is anyone there?
Hollow words sent out into
A black void, it’s ok
Since I’m probably a hack, anyway.
Or nothing, those words
Carry the same meaning for me.
I was thinking, and I realized
That I can’t be lost in translation
Since I’ve never had a translator,
So where am I lost at then?
It could be my own mind,
This shadow filled place where I hide.
Or quite possibly, my heart
Where most feelings swirl around
With the insanity and destructive determination
Of a fire based hurricane,
While at the same time
Clawing out my very own inner-grave.
As logical as those answers are,
I believe only the outside world
Could have caused such a binding scar.
This secretly barren land,
Has never given me what I need
Which is as simple as a held hand.
Our man made world wasn’t created for
Anyone who wants or needs something more,
My kind will always feel beaten down,
Held against our will, while kicked to the floor.
My only problem with fitting into this life is
As a defense I lied to everyone else,
I’ve never been able to shield the truth from myself.