Embodiment of the Teenage Years
Some days I believe I have forgotten who I am.
Am I a loser? A winner?
Nay, something in between,
not a winner or a loser or an average little boy.
None of these am I. Must I explain myself?
Everyone expects me to, it seems.
Little do they know how Ostracised I feel.
Doesn't anyone understand me?
Years go by; yet I'm still alone.
Reality is cruel to me; I cannot seem to get life straight.
Certain times it seems I'm fine,
however, usually I'm not.
Many days I sit alone, with only myself to talk to.
Never will I find a love, but being down in the dumps all the time hurts.