Feeling like a waste
Of space
Of haste
Of taste

Wondering when
Again
I'll feel
Like a 10

Trying best
To rest
To keep stuff
Off my chest

But feel weak
And bleak
In a world
Mystique

One day
Ill lay
Away
And say

That I
Define
My own
Design

Till then
My friend
I need
to spend

Some time
In my mind
To rewind
to find

Where I fit
In this pit
Of self pity
And ****