Still Need One.. Poem by Justin Wright

Weird looks from left and right
from everyone in a 360 degree turn sight.
I guess its what I get for crying
I cry for the time I spent trying.
Spent to make you happy to make you smile
but far from my goal I was by more then a mile.

So here I sit with this habit
its not my fault nor choice I have it.
But when I'm down all I can do is write
and when I'm mad all I do is fight.
I try to keep my emotions at bay
I've tried each and every way.

But I suffer so much nothing helps the pain
I feel there's nothing left for me to gain.
I've done so little wrong
but yet the pain and suffering is still so strong.
Was all I did truly so bad
that I deserve to be driven so mad?

Even when I find happiness so true
my suffering returns as if on que.
Can I not escape this painful fate
or will it just teach me to hate?
My heart has been shattered
as if nothing I ever did actually mattered.