My Life's Purpose

A waste of space, with no true purpose

No one's fault but my own

Hated by many, despised by few, 

and love is uncertain 

It’s always been this way;

Since conception at least 

But I guess that means,

I deserve it

So, take me to the grave -

And lay me to rest;

I have nothing left to give,

Only dying wishes are left
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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