Who am I?

I just can't figure that out.

Who am I?

My feelings are scattered, where are they?

What are they?

I can't remember.

I hate this, my life is just a mistake.

Whoever I am.

Who am I?

I'm as useless as a broken clock.

Confused as a reflection.

Sad as a dove is peaceful.

I can't trudge on.

Who am I?

Why was I born?

No reason will tell me.

I already know it.

I'm useless.

Who am I?

I'm the useless one.

A/N: Don’t ask. It just popped into my head and for some reason, writing Angst is fun. So please review, arigatou!