Molded Clay

Sometimes I just don't see,
Why everyone looks and stares at me.
I try my best to look good everyday,
But it feels like I'm clay that's gets molded but won't stay.
It feels like everything just goes wrong,
And I don't know why things keep taking so long.
I wonder why they look, I wonder why they stare...
I just look down and wonder why they care.
Take care of yourself don't worry about me,
One day I'll make sure you all see.
That I CAN be something, I WILL be somebody.
You will all remember me, just wait and see.
I'll become clay that gets molded and will always stay!!