Fingers pointing at me
You are the one to blame
How bad can a person be?
For,all the misdoings are criticized on one name
Doesn’t anyone put their self in my shoes
Maybe I’m a loser and I will still lose
Don’t they think how i’ll feel
My hear is ripped off,It’ll never heal
Why am i always a clown,can’t i ever lead
Everyone thinks I’m just a weed
How long will I be a pawn
Maybe until everything’s gone
Doesn’t anyone care about me
They think-”I’m as useless as an extra fee”
Sitting in this room alone
Crying,hating myself and doing more than just moan
People whom I know
Think,dust is more useful than me
they say with disgust-”AA she?”
The one who’s good for nothing is writing
With my own self I’m fighting
Who am i?
A straw used for nothing
or a person much less than dust
Now evaluating myself is must
But what good is me knowing who’s me?
Anyway I’m just an extra fee.
Plz give me some advice…Life is hell !!!!