You don't think I see, do you?

I do.

I see every blessing,

every accomplishment,

every reward given to those that deserve them.

Don't ever get me wrong;

I am happy for them.

I envy no one.

No one can ever say that I have, or ever will.

They have achieved early.

Look at me.

I've done nothing.

There's nothing about me that deserves to be rewarded.

I'm trapped in a finance restricted cell,

along with weak social qualities and

a lost common sense of God's green earth.

My own faults are what make me

nothing but a person breathing breath,

living her days the same;

a pitiful burden, rolling in her misery

like sticky mud.

I wish I were more.

I have been surpassed.

My pathetic being claws at my soul

each and every day.

I'm nothing, and I know it.

As a young sprout, I was on the path of destiny.

Every morning, I'd lay my dreams out in front of me.

Over time, they shattered like cold, heartless glass.

I'm nothing, and I know it.