I'm at risk

I'm at risk
of bein a cliché
A man alone
With nought to show
Manipulations,
Stipulations,
Room to grow.

The only ones
Who understand him
Sit at home
With their remanding
For a need,
Raised its head
And prompted words
That shan't be said
A pounding in the inner mind
That nearly turned the sense blind,
Forgetting where he was.