Why am I in this world?
What purpose do I serve?
Am I being punished?
Because life isn't something I deserve?
Why try to do good
When the bad is rewarded?
Losing every battle
Making my vision distorted
The lives we lead
Aren't what we follow
The cold hard truth
Is a bitter pill to swallow
I try to shape myself
To fit into your mold
But the crevices are wrong
And erase my soul
I don't know who you want
I don't know the version to be
The one you know me as
Or should I be me?
I try to disguise myself
To hide the loser before you
Faking every smile
Waiting for it all to be through
About the Creator
A_Skeleton_Speaks
Formerly: Introducing Poetry
Writing allows me to release
All that holds me
Hope you enjoy the journey with me on a path to healing and growth!
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