Through the tinted glass

Sometimes, I've to wonder if the world is better off without me In my head, that statement is, without a doubt, true After all, what value or significance do I have to share I'm just a waste of space, according to numerous peoples But for some odd reason that I don't seem to comprehend My friends believe otherwise They are convinced that I do have importance According to them, I have numerous things A good friend, trustworthy, funny, and so many other But I'm finding it difficult that I'm all these despite numerous affirmation So then there lies a few questions for me to answer eventually Who is right here? Me or them If they're right, then have I been viewing myself through tinted glass? Have I been wrong about everything about myself? Am I or can I be all these things they described? Can I finally be joyful for once instead of melancholy? I… don't know these responses yet I don't imagine that I can find it dashing away from here Neither would terminate my life early, too Time will have a massive hand in it, won't it? Perhaps one day in the future, I will be better For now, maybe I should hear to my friends They haven't led me wrong And… I highly doubt they will ever