Just wanted to share a poem.

I was just feeling relatively sad last night and decided to try writing a poem idk if this is even reall a poem or a paragraph of thoughts but yeah I wanted to share it somewhere. And I wanted opinions from others about it. Thanks. I'm a 21 year old guy just so you can get an understanding of who wrote it.

Fear and loneliness hover over me like a winters fog as i descend deep into my sorrows. I roam the dark cold streets like a wild dog. My sadness eclipses every hope for tomorrow. I am like a wandering star in the night, lost in the blackness of space, an empty soul without a face, like something meant to be erased. The mystery of my curse brings a painful correction, in this fiery furnace, to purge my infection of this dull perception that I view through these hollow eyes. Full of empty tears that I cry, I listen to voices filled with lies, void of the wisdom of the wise, the truth of the Holy one I did despise, bound in chains and affliction, I am a slave to my sinful condition. As the prison cell of my own perdition.. Isolated on an island of my own design, chasing my vain pursuits, created in my mind, turned my face from the creator, a pleasure seeker, a God hater, I return to the vomit of my own shame. And I still remain a desperate lost soul, bearing no name. Is this all I'm meant to be? A lost, hopeless, good-for-nothing nobody? That's how I've felt, for all of my existence, a weak, miserable spiritless kid with one vision. There's This fruition that I can see in front of me, where there's hope in the world, or that I'm a somebody. But I always come back to my senses, when I see the depth of this life and all its depression. Can't you see, all people want in this world is to make themselves feel better. Putting others down, just to feel some pleasure. Well it brings discontent, to think about my life, a crestfallen soul with nothing here but strife. Despondence shadows me, like demons in the night, but I will keep fighting, for that darkness to leave my life.