I’m my problem


I lack family.

I lack friends.

Nobody cares, I know.

Because if someone cared I’d know?


It still hurts every time I’m let down,

you’d think I’d be used to it by now?

It doesn’t matter that I don’t matter,

I’d just like to be someone who does.


I try to make friends and I’ll act all good.

I’ll try to be involved. 

But I’m never involved.

It’s dull not being special. 


I’ll be okay but I’m too shy to succeed,

It’s my own fault, probably smoke too much weed.

No, it’s my fault, my head, my problem.

I’m my problem.