It's a Poem Without a Name

I stumble upon my path 

But, I have painted every stone on my way;

Some with red, some with black,

But mostly with blues.

I keep quiet 

But, I have felt everything;

Pain, peace, joy, loneliness,

But mostly I'm scared.

I have come this far 

But, I don't know how far more I can go 

Cause, I am tiring up, going insane, but mostly losing control. 

(P.S; now that I have said it, I am not the same.)