Where am I?

Hello, dear! Bonjour!
Glad to see you again,
Nice to see you so lorn and alone.
What is it? Who was it?
Something strange? Something's wrong?
May I guess? Was it him? Was it her?
Was it them, who again stuck the knives in your back?
Was it them, who had left you so torn?
Or rather...I guess, it was you, with your soul,
Which was damaged the day you were born,
Which was crafted by God,
From the end to the start ( Oops! Reverse it!)
Who made YOU come true,
So the torture could last
Till your mind turns to dust,
Till you mad from the pain.
You have tried to withdrew,
From their shouts, from their blames,
Pointed only at you:
'' Let us be!"
" Go to hell! "
" Just find something to do!"
And you've done! Oh, you've done!
Tried to beg, tried to run,
Tried to pray, tried to cry...
Failed again.  THEY fooled you?..
Outplayed, you might say,
Outsmarted again you
With rules, set by you?
Is it them?
Is it them who, so smart,
Reached inside very heart,
Ripped it out, and then held it in front
Of your nose, with the cause
Just to stay there and pose,
While your mind slept
In slight overdose
Of the dreams and the hopes,
Which could never come true?
Which you knew!
Oh, I bet: you did knew!
But ignored with the pride
Of rebellious mind,
Of that whimsical child deep inside,
Which you tried very hard to keep out from the eye
In your so very delicate lie!
Oh, come on!  Same old song.
Time to face all the facts in the end.
It is you, who was wrong,
It is you, who for long
Time could not just accept it and bend
To the will of the God,
To the call of the soul...
Anyway. It's to late for the start.
Now you're here. Yes! You're here!
Now there's other routines,
Other places and rules. Other choir.
Someone else, who will say:
" Stop that now!"
"Don't you dare!"
Someone else to despise, to abhore.
Just forgive and forget all your other regret,
Or you'll blow up from everything else,
Which awaits you right there,
Which is longs for your bare
Soul and whishes, your thoughts. So...Take care!