Fill your resumes they said,

Fill your resume I heard.

So, that's what I did–

Filling it with everything I found.

But oh! They didn't tell me

What to fill it with.

So, now when people ask me,

"Why did you do this thing?"

All I can think of is,

"Because they told me to."

Now I feel like a failure,

Who is twisted and tangled in web

That I waved myself,

Consisting of everything I don't like.

Now, I'm nothing but a failure.

I hate myself right now,

For liking things that will not help

And not knowing what I'm doing

Or what my future holds.

Dear God, if you are hearing this, 

I don't know where I'm going.

I want to surrender onto you

But even you seem far away

For this little mind of mine.

I feel a little stupid

Since I want help

But don't know what I'm asking for

And definitely don't know what I want.

So I push everyone away,

And lead a lonely life.