Useless

As I walk through the bustling hallways of Lexington High School,

I can’t help but wonder what makes me such a fool.

Everyone looks alive; everyone has a place.

Everyone has a purpose; confidence fills their face.

The people are a swirl, bursting of rainbow color,

and I am the black, getting smaller and duller.

Why do I feel like it is just me,

Who is drowning further and further into this sea?

Why am I the only one who has nowhere to be?

Does anyone even notice? Does anyone even care?

Why does it feel like everyone is only there to glare?

I see no purpose destined for my life,

except to be buried in personal strife.               

What is my place in life? Why am I here?

Am I supposed to do something,

Or simply worry and fear?

All that I can ever do is stress,

and I can’t remove myself from this mess.

No future plans are clear to me,

for I am almost certain that it will never be.

What am I good at? In what do I excel?

The only talent that I have is the ability to spell.

It seems as if my decisions will have to be rushed,

And all of my objectives and aspirations have been crushed.

Where will life take me, what will I do?

I dread that I will be just a part of a crew.

I will do nothing significant, nor stimulating,

and my life will just continue to go on fading.

My effort and determination may as well form a termination.

I possess more desire to succeed than most of the rest,

so why am I the only one who has to fail the test?

As I walk through the bustling hallways of Lexington High School,

I see all the students, people with futures and careers to rule.

However, I have no capabilities, no talent, no success.

All that I’ll ever be is useless.