Loser

They say I'm a loser,
Born to be,
Obviously they don't know,
And havn't,
Bothered to see,
What I've been through,
Haven't looked out the window,
Into a cold world,
A dirty,
All cruel and thorough,
At bringing down the others,
Row upon row,
Of life's evil,
Some might say,
That I was born to die,
Because that's the drill,
Get in line,
Or get out of his way,
No merit,
No matter how hard I try,
A piercing shrill,
In my head,
People ask,
Am I fine?,
The truth is,
That I've told a lie,
The things I dread,
But I'm not fine,
I just don't want this,
To become weightless,
I drink the life,
This dirty wine,
For everyone I love,
As I dine,
With God's apparent finest,
No luck with that,
Just a walking disaster,
Every time I bat,
In this world,
Not even forming a dot,
Wishing for someone to save me,
To set me free,
From becoming someone I'm not.