Low Me.

by shalinijena

I am flawed.
I am the definition of a perfect defect.
I think about saving the world,
helping the poor
making a difference,
cos I got nothing else to do.

I am jealous.
Because I am not happy.
I search for faults in others
Because they got some purpose,
while I got none.

All of a sudden
I don’t know who I am
Where I belong
What I want
Where I stand

Friends of who I cared
Seem like strangers
Like fools
of some other planet
to who I neither relate
nor understand

I am bored
because I am empty
There is nothing to try
and nothing to fail
I am lost
and that’s
just few of the lot.