Why must I succeed when I put in no effort, Why must I improve when I dont even try, Why am I resented for my genetically given attributes, Why am I an outcast because I do know why, I didnt ask to have the answers, I didnt ask to know, I didnt ask to coast through life, I always reap, yet i never sow, I know this sounds like a pitiful complaint, It appears positive instead of negative, But when you deal with constant hate You long for any sedative, If I could just sedate my mind would I finally belong, Or should I just accept these grievances and keep my mind truly strong.
This poem may seem both whiny and arrogant but I know there are people out there that understand my perspective.