I walk on the streets everyday
Curious to find out a new way;
But alas I find myself lost among the crowd
Where I try to reach out by screaming loud.
I don't know where I'll be going
But I just keep on walking;
Hoping for some sign board to help me
So I can understand what my destination shall be.
My talents and skills are like tiny maps
Which help me to continue my struggle even during my naps;
But alas people just think that I am a sidekick
Whom everybody can easily trick.
Those maps I try to interpret
Wondering if my destination shall ever be met;
But before I can understand my abilities a bit
The jealous people burn it.
Without my maps I still try to go ahead
And now with hope I am led;
But taunts is all that I get
And then I fear that my destination will never be met.
Now my hope is overpowered by fear
And failure is the only word that I can hear;
The sad part is that now I doubt my own self
And wonder if I could have a helping elf.
Aggression turns to depression
Thinking about failure leads to tension;
Now I even fear to try
Knowing that failure will make me cry.
I suddenly feel lost amongst all
Where I try to rise from this fall;
But my failure will always repeat
Because now I accept my defeat.