Untitled 1

I'm not a writer but every so often I feel the urge to put into words how I feel and call it a poem. This one is untitled since I think it is still a work in progress. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

"It's not your fault that I can't trust
It's in my past
It seems my path
I just can't go on like this,
can't you see I'm pissed?

You're cold and then you're hot
You're here and then you're not
You're up and then you're down
It's left and then it's right

And just when I think we're done,
I realize the cycle has just begun.

It's white and then it's black
I call and you don't answer
You want me but then you don't
And truth be told I just don't know

It's not your fault that I can't trust.
But it's your fault that I'm always lost.