Put me in your closet tucked away on your top shelf
Try to see through me but I'm opaque with stealth
I can't be the only person I know to question my worth
Me breathing is my only difference from dirt
Is my purpose to waste resources on mother earth?
Whenever I hear someone weep with words I scream
I'll tell them reevaluate and live for their dreams (live for their dreams)
I could say what the tools say
And be the opposite of me
Change my morals and actions and be driven by greed
I could probably have experienced more than just what I need (just what I need)
In my hole nothing ever feels like enough
Everything is broken in a world lacking with a delusion of love
Wheres my content like the people with no passion or know what they're of?
Satisfied but I lied so I'll be left be
Being mocked by peers for what they got for free
I can pout but nothing is owed to me
Owed to me