I like to pretend I'm the best but really I'm the worst.

There's something inside of me,
Somehow it knows, it stirs.
A part of me, it knows why.
A part of me, it wonders.
We look at the sky.

Do I have a reason to be here?
Do I have a purpose?
Am I the right one yet?
Or is this door the wrong one left.

My mind, it questions things.
Like little rattles from chains.
Whispers and pounces.
But then stop-
Blank, black out.

I've given up for now.

And I am human,
I am not one without mistakes.
But forgive me,
If I believe I am the ultimate mistake.