Am I. . .
useless?
Do I have a purpose?
What am I supposed to do
with this power
that I don't have?
Am I. . .
special?
Or am I just like everyone else
constantly walking around
in a web of lies
never finding the exit?
YOU ARE READING
Bad Poetry
PoetryBad Poetry. It sucks. Don't read. (It probably doesn't even count as poetry)
