Cause I'M Useless Poem by taanya khanna

What's my aim in life?
I don't know!
Would you slice me, for that, with your knife?
Yes your knife that cuts my throat
every time your sea of words float
You keep yelling I'm useless
but your words to me are no less
I'm struggling and you can see that
I'm not able to cope up and you can feel that
But all you can say is that I'm usless
But don't forget your words to me are no less
I have a hazy dream and far-fetched aim
But I can't do it, is all you can claim!
Mind you, thrift your words for someone who's more useless
As for me, I can fend for myself Because I'm not that useless
You will see, You will see, You will see!