Introspection

Useless

I'm useless
And also clueless
What should I do?
I wish I had a clue
I seemingly have no talents
No chance at winning a palace
That doesn't help my chances of success
So I just stress
Instead of improving, I fail
I wish I had a sail
So that I could fly
So I didn't have to cry
This all adds up to prove true the first line
In public, I just pretend I'm fine
My family just thinks I'm a deadbeat
While really, I'm thinking of my defeat
I'm a burden to those I love
I wish I could be like a dove
And fly high
But instead, I secretly want to die
What's the point if all you do is drag people down, right?
Instead of showing that, I pretend I'm a delight
My life itself is a lie towards those I love
I'm just someone they should get rid of
I haven't told my closest friends about my mental state because I'm afraid
Even though I know they'll be ready to aid
Shows I'm so useless that I can't even talk to people
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Well I'm useless. That's what this one's about. And I'm too afraid to tell my closest friends what I want to tell them. I'm a coward when in comes to talking. It's only 10:56. Wow. Night.