I know I'm not alone,
but my voice are out of tone.
I'm fragile they will break my bone,
I look in the mirror and wished "can you help me to reborn?"

I feel so useless,
but I'm doing my best.
Is this some kind of a test?
cause it all gave to me was just a stress.

I can't lead great,
everytime I try I always failed.
Is this now my faith?
I know I am a leader to rate.

I'm wrong when I'm right.
They wish I'm out of sight.
Can I ask why my life isn't so bright?
I'm begging someone to help me fight.

If doing right is wrong,
then I can't come along.
This poem can make a sad but beautiful song.
For now I will stay to do the "right" thing which is "wrong".