Poetic Justice Or Rhetoric? Poem by givemore Manyengawana

No body has ever taught me,
How am i expected to know right and wrong?
With this pen and paper i must tell my story,
Pardon the ignorance in me,
Find time to reach me with your knowledge,
Dont oppress me, dont reject me
I have heard your compliments of the new season for the past years,
Believe me, for the new year i have welcomed it like a window shopper without a penny in the pocket.
Can somebody lend me a heart,
It is too late to re-start,
Every-time i whisper to my memories,
Even trying to tame the past to have a better now,
The urgency of now tears my heart apart as it races,
Propelling me into absolute darkness,
Isnt this a no win situation?