I was never one to fit in,
I was always meant to stand out
And never in a good way.
People do things for clout
And I don’t even know what I want
I don’t know what I seek
I have no ambition
I’m often powerless, often weak.
My parents told me I was a fluke
That I was a mistake
They taught me so much
But funnily, it didn’t take.
I try to fly with the other guys
And that never happens right
I fall back and I die on the inside
Every time I fall from a height
I don’t have a purpose
No goal that I want to achieve
So far I’ve been a lonely parasite
Only taking, with nothing to give
I don’t know when my life ends
But I hope it does soon
It’s lonely to be a stray
Nursing at your own meaningless wounds.