Where is my life headed? What is the reason for my existence? I search for the answer but I keep encountering resistance. The feeling that I am a waste of space Feels very genuine in this world of race I am running a marathon but I don't see the finish line All the other runners are already ahead and maybe even beyond that point. I am stuck in a limbo, with my life static Every time I take one step forward I get pushed back two The conundrum of my life, the mystery of my being What if I never find the answer to it , will be stuck as me? Me, is such an unnecessary thing, it leaves a huge void. A gaping hole with no skills or soul. An invaluable thing with no defined role. While growing up, I thought so highly of my existence, I had dreams, I had hopes, I had thought I could provoke A change in the world, a change in the lives of some Look where I am now, a pile of litter that deserves scathing looks. An invisible being that gets pushed to the nooks. The corners of the walls shy away as I get jostled towards them Am I not worthy of even your patience? What am I to do with myself then? To think I could be the best at something is a joke, Got myself nothing, no brain, no looks, nothing of which I could boast. How do I win the approval of people? How do I make them listen to me? Oh who am I kidding, why would anyone bother to even look at me even if it were for a fee. Being the black sheep will always be a punch to the gut How does it feel to be able to walk with a strut? What is the feeling you feel when people acknowledge you? Is it immense joy, ecstasy or is it something that everyone is just used to?