Mixed feelings

Too bad I wanted to change, trapped inside a frame.
Emotions looked behind bars , begging to cross them.
For once just let them out.
But its a wonder why can't we write in crowd. Why can't we write when we are happy and nothing falls apart.
Why they come when you are struggling to pull a a cart.
For a long while there was no write and in a short time, so many emotions to fight .
I am not sure where this goes. But , he came close  showed me how to fight and made things right.
A fear struck my cord , is it a change or a permanent loss.
For so much good can't happen for long, it's my life after all.
So I beg  I beg to change the card. Things must be the other way around.
All of this I wanted so bad and it turned it was, because now no one cares and no one sees the wound .
I am the one who made it miserable.
going past with past is real.
Finally I don't understand why this happens every time when I am clearly responsible for crime.