Failing in everything,
From every point of view,
Useless than nothing,
Wishing to be new.
New, yet not the same,
But how to achieve this?
Changing just the name
Is only a small piece.
Being not myself?
Such alien sensation!
Than labelled, on the shelf
I prefer isolation.
Thus, nothing changed.
Why should? It's FINE,
Better than caged
With this fear of mine...
Still, the regret persists,
The comfort - disappointment.
I seek change - does it exists?
Or should I seek atonement?
