I can't help but wonder
If I was made for something different
To influence someone else,
Instead of the people around me.
What if I was made for so much more
Than tearing others down.
But I just ended up
Born somewhere I wasn't meant to be.
I feel like I'm here on accident,
That the reason I don't fit in,
Is because I'm not supposed to.
I clash so much with others.
I'm fighting with myself,
And the situation I've been put in.
Frustrated, angry,
Wondering if it's fair.
If only I had been born where I was supposed to,
Miles away from here,
Interacting with different people,
To find my true potential.
Instead I'm stuck here,
In a life that I don't fit in,
Becoming a black sheep among the white,
The catalyst that makes things different.