They say that everyone has a purpose in life
But how can I fulfill that purpose
When all I do
is fall down the boxes
that I stacked up to climb?
Life has never granted my wishes
or made my dreams come true.
Dreams that were probably never dreamed because I don't have
much to live up to.
A special talent may be within me
but it's not like I can reveal it to the world.
No one stops to see if I'm worth anything
No one stops to listen to or ask about me...
Not that I have anything to tell them.
I don't even know what my favorite color is, better yet
the sound of my voice
A sun shines on a cloudy day?
My days are a year-round rainstorm
The sun doesn't really exist in my universe.
I'm invisible to society
I was born
and then left to die.
I guess I do have a purpose
which is...
To die