Why me?
Why am I the one?
Who am I?
I’m no one
If I never lived
Nothing would change
So why bother?
Why give me life?
Why make me stand alone?
What do I mean?
I am alone
I go unnoticed
I won’t survive
In this cruel world
I’m a clam
I’m a mouse
I’m a speck of dust
Why make me?
Do I have meaning?
In this vast world
I touch the surface
Of what I need to know
I can’t do anything
I’m not right
I’m mis-fitted
I’m not special
I’m just different
I live my life
Just like anyone else
But what’s the point?
Can one person really
Stand up
And make a difference?
Why me?
What’s my purpose?
What’s my meaning?
What can I do?
What will it help?
In the end
I still feel
Like a mouse
A clam
A speck
Worthless
Empty
And alone
So why?