In the world is so much confusion;
And I'm a lost soul full of delusion.
How can I possibly be my best;
If, in my life, I don't pass a big test?
I passed them in school; I passed them for being positively
ill;
That's why my life will always be at a stand-still.
For, no one cares about your artistic and writing agility;
When you are forever on disability.
I will never make any money;
Because I do not think that life is funny.
It's a matter of choosing who you want to be;
But, how do you pick a personality?; it should be something
that comes naturally.
For, I start out as a sheet of paper white and blank;
And I fill it up; like water to a fish tank.
But, what if when the tank is full, I still feel empty?
What is the part of life which is missing in me?
I change so often; I don't know if I have a real purpose;
Because of moods and personalities, I have a surplus.
How can you know who you are;
When you can't explore the world by driving a car?
I've squeezed all of the juice out of my brain;
And, I don't know if it's made me more sane.