This world has no place for me.
I am just a blurry sketch
or a sad parody
of someone else’s
old daydreams.

When I look in the mirror,
it’s not me that’s staring back
it’s a stranger wearing a
stained off white hat.

It has been more than ten
years since I believed
there is something better
out there for me.

So, now I just try to be kind.
I don’t struggle with a higher purpose.
Why bother when life is meaningless?
There is no balance to this existence,
and I know that I am worthless.