The Life You've Created

What am I doing here?
What is my purpose?
All I ever do everyday,
is basically live.

I don't make a difference,
I'm not anything special.
I guess what I'm saying is,
I'm sorry for the way I am.

All I do,
is sit in this chair.
Go to school,
and listen to music.

What is my life's purpose?
Maybe I do not have one...
Will I just live life,
walking around aimlessly?

It's not what I did,
it's not what i didn't.
It's what I have become,
and what I am.

How do people see me?
What do they think?
All of those thoughts,
going through my head.

I don't care anymore!
I'm sick of it all...
Sometimes I hate this world,
......life......

Everyone these days,
are way to materialistic.
I hate how beautiful,
is now how skinny you are.

You are beautiful,
based on what's inside you.
Not where and how you live,
or your outside looks.

I walk down the halls,
with my head staring down.
Afraid of who is looking,
mostly of the ignorant people.

I hate how some people,
think that they are higher than you.
They act like,
your not good enough.

I wish I could smile,
without worrying.
I wish that people,
would just listen without judging.

Everyone should tell the truth,
and save someone the pain.
I just don't understand...
this life we live.

No one should be based,
on wealth and beauty.
Everyone is equal,
no one is higher or lower.

Everyone is worth listening to,
we should all get along.
No matter the culture,
religion and life style.

In my eyes,
the world would be perfect.
Only if we could,
make everyone feel like they belong.

It would take away,
all of the pain and anger.
I believe that it would make,
all suicides and murders stop.

But I guess I'll stop wishing,
and live in the life you've created for me.
This disaster,
we call home.