Maybe I have a purpose that?s why I was born. Maybe I have a purpose that?s why I am still alive Maybe?. Embarrassment that I am to my family Weirdo that I am to my friends Loser that I am to others Mentally-ill is what I am to myself. I put a mask on my face Just as a clown that I act Broken into pieces I am a vase Emotions now I seem to lack Pretentious world has engulfed me in Misunderstood I appear to the rest Realization my birth merely a sin Salvation- my life?s only quest.