I'm like a fly..
not wanted, not needed.
Not noticed unless something is needed.
If I move around, I am bothersome & people wish me dead.
It this world I hold no purpose.
I'm just like a fly..
No one finds me beautiful, or a wonderful creature of earth.
Just a pesky creation of a mistake, though my friends said I was great.
Though most of my friends faded and gave up on me. Even though they promised not to leave. Ha, where are they now? Clinging to happiness whilst I am still having trouble grasping humanity, I have been swatted away, my hold on life is no more.
I'm just like a fly.