I.S

As I walk around in the shadow.
I try to figure if I belong.
I ask so many questions.
But never get answered.

Know I'm lost in my misery.
Misery that contain feeling when I was young.
Yet that misery come only once every day.
I think of all the things I can do.

But I'm not able to do those things.
The things I can do are the thing everyone hates.
And things people like I can't do.
So I ask myself.. why am I walking alone in the Shadow.