Useless

I am useless, that I am, However hard I try I can fake a sense of worth Maybe, but I cannot lie. At heart, there isn't anything Little pathetic me can do Other than dash my dreams Into shards of two. I am irresponsible Untamed and unmotivated. I am merely a crumb to The world that can't be sated. I can never use my voice When it really matters For when I hear me speak The weak, whiny voice falters. I have trouble placing trust In the people around me And apparently I can never Be what I want to be. My dreams, it seems, are all Far too idealistic I am a blemish, an imperfection A dumb, suicidal freak. I am unloved, I am unwanted Weak in any distress. I wish I could just end it So I wouldn't feel so hopeless.