I’m living through life in the years of ten,
Where everything I do seems to be wrong.
I feel as useless as a dried-out pen,
And people hate me like I’m Genghis Khan.

I burn down all the bridges that I make,
But I mostly don’t know what I’m doing.
I start out strong every time I wake,
But I go down with no one to help me.

I have bad grades in school and chores at home.
It seems like I can’t get my life in order,
And an imbalance within my own dome.
Life is irrational like a monster.

People say that life is not a wager,
But I guess they are not a teenager.