Dead Zone

Well, I like it as it is

This poem is very true for me. The battle of trying to figure out who you are or how to be who you want to be. Half the time I wanted someone to just tell me what to do and the rest of the time I spent rebelling... ended up in a constant state of reinvention, which is what this poem says to me.
The confused nature of the poem works for the subject, but you're definitely "telling" not "showing"... Can you find a metaphor that speaks to how you're feeling and try to weave it through the piece?
The subtle rhyme (was that intentional?) was pretty cool. The ending came out of the blue, though, it seems like it only ties in with the title, even though I understand what you mean by it. It would work better if descriptions of this "dead zone" were incorporated into the rest of the piece.
It sounds like you don't really know what you're talking about, which is fine, because I think that's kind of what you're saying. You don't really know who you are right now or what you're doing, but that makes the poem a bit too vague, so if you could do something visual or metaphorical to help guide the reader through your confusion, it would leave the reader less lost.

But. All of that aside. I think it has nice flow and I definitely know the feeling. :) Maybe use it as a first draft and see what you can expand?