I think burial

of whom?
me - ofcourse, rotten I feel
light of my mind - fused black
blinded as I am buried already deep,
Mud heaped upon my eyes.
Solitary I feel, when not so solitude
why? Answer me!
I forgot again.
four walls forced upon me
I cry compressed
empty desolation is worthless
But I am use to disgracing myself
to be blamed is noone
to be shouted upon - Noone
I say ,"leave me alone".
I am misfigured.