Distraction From Truth

A dull ache between my eyes underneath my skull
Loud music pumps through the room
Aggrevating it even more
Machine guns sounds outside
But I don't pay any of these distractions attention
Why bother?
They're only there to make me forget my purposes
Set up there by an unknown shadowy figure
One who is unknown to even me
One who is using me for this ever hidden agenda
Over the years I have been manipulated
A chattel, a body to be used
Never more
I cannot take much more
There's no one to trust
I am alone
This quest I have been on for the truth
I can't ascertain if it means being used to
Cover up other truths
And so I wil stop
But I am forever changed and alone.