Wrapped around his fingure

I was never born a soul.
nor a mind of state.
I'm wrapped around his finger.
and living off his fate.
trapped inside with no escape.
and pleading to be free.
lost in all my misery begging to be glee.
not knowing was is going on.
or plainly what to think.
my mind is going crazy.
i think i need a shrink.
always seem to be alone.
and always shedding tears.
living in a nightmare.
and facing all my fears.