I’m being put under too much strain,

Pretty soon I won’t be able to handle all of the pain.

People tell me that I’ll be just fine,

All I have to do is give it some time.

But I’ve given it nearly eighteen years,

And still, every night, my pain makes me shed tears.

I’m not a bad person, nor am I dumb,

So I know that if this pain continues, soon all I’ll be is numb.

I hurt ‘cause all those I care about,

Aren’t allowed to hear me when I try to give them a shout.

I don’t have any kind of my life,

If it keeps going this way, I’ll never meet my wife.

I’ve forgiven my parents for what they did,

Even though from the truth they’ve always hid.

So why can’t just have some confidence in myself?

I see myself as a tiny, insignificant, little elf,

Smaller than everyone around me,

Even though I’ve been told I have the potential to be

More than I could ever have dreamed.

Why is it that I do not think this can be achieved?

Is it because I try so hard,

I always seem to draw the most useless card?

Or is it because I don’t know who I really am?

Or ‘cause I don’t think that anybody gives a ****?

It can’t be the latter ‘cause I know a lot of people that care,

And not so long ago, that knowledge would have been very rare.