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People look at me,
And see someone not worth while.
They think I am so stupid,
That I am just a waste of time.

It hurts me so,
That I am thought so little of.
I am forever in agony,
By this overwhelming assumption.

Why am I,
So useeless?
What did I do,
To be so worthless?

I am looked at with disgust,
Like a bug that should be squshed.
I am brushed off from person to person,
Like I am a speck of dust.

It desturbs me so,
That I am thought so horrible.
I am starved of attention;
To be exiled like so.

Why am I thouht,
So vile?
What did I do,
To be so disliked?

No one well give me a chance,
To show what I can do.
Everone thinks I am just a lost cause;
Never amounting to anything.

It aggravates me so,
That no one believes in me.
I am destraught by the fact,
That I may never have a chance.

So hope less?
What did I do,
To loss my chance?