WritingbyJordan

I want to be special

cuz I think I’m not

I want to be cool

cuz I think I’m awkward

I wish I were rich

so I don’t have to think or feel

I dream of lovers

cuz I have none

I will one day disappear

cuz nobody sees me

cuz I feel nobody sees me

cuz everything tells me I can’t

I sometimes want to die

cuz I find no joy or hope in life

I think others think ill of me

cuz I think ill of myself

Everything I call myself

Everything I want

Doesn’t seem to come from me

Though is so much of me

How original am I?