This poem will confuse you

Dancing,
Dancing around this world despised of all that comes,
CARING, FALLING, TOUCHING, BLEEDING!
Distance in my way,
Everything seems like a blow-up scene,
It's dancing,
Then falling down,
COUNT ON ME!
TELL ME YOU NEED IT!
Books, knowledge,
WHAT IS THIS?
It's the PAST, PAST, PAST, PAST!
Erased, fallen and I can't escape,
Erase me in your chalkboard world,
Take me over, leaving the remains on the floor,
Chalkdust sticking to your feet,
Listening...,
To the sounds that never sleep,
They never sleep,
Tonite we try but everyday keeps getting harder,
Everyday it just keeps getting even more pointless,
Like to wash your hands after lust when you just keep coming back for more,
WHY IS THIS?
WHY in this world WE CRY?
WHY in this world WE FALL?
WHY TAKE ON THIS WORLD OF THE DESPISED?