You must've not know about me

Angry words are written through thoughts that flutter. The mind is intelligent but never too precise. I'm pleading, often too soon. I'm so tired these days... Do I have to fall into darkness again?? Being hurt is nothing new. Acceptance is generalizing.

I tip-toed towards Mr Universe
He told me, life is one big mystery
And one huge misery
It leads like it's misleading,
and twirls like a little candy floss
So sweet yet delicately bleak
Emotions wrapped and filled.

May I have the chance to meddle with the path I have chosen?