I depress myself
All I am
Is a little nothing
In the "great something"
All have a purpose
Except I
And I hate
For I was "blessed"
With capabilities
If anyone wants them
For god's sake
Feel free to take them
I have only one friend
I hate that I try to be
The happy
That I wish not to be
I am growing up
To be a Responsible-Reckless
A Happy-Self hater
For I was
"Merely born
To die"
On my tombstone,
I wish it to read
'Here lies
An object of little worth
Meant nothing to all
Meant something to someone
But in life
And in death
Confused all
Lived with love
Lived happy.
'til one day
He opened his eyes to the truth.
29/08/1986- .