The scripted plot

I don't know anymore, Maybe I'm meant to be ignored. Kept falling into an abyss, Ending up with people who had ulterior motives, feeling like an Imposter in my own life;  Taking over things that were never mine Never had the chance to choose,  Always followed the plot too close. When things finally broke loose, decided to run, So I went rushing into the wilderness,  With nothing but my helplessness.  Looking back, maybe that's the best thing I've done.