A Tiny, Little Soul

My strange views on life told in a poem. So yeah, read on if you want to know what this messed up little girl has written this time.

I'm just another worthless

human being in this world.

I'm not special or anything

none of us are.

I like to fool myself sometimes

tell myself that I'm different.

But no matter how good I am

at something, someone else

will always be better.

And I can't change that

because, frankly, it's a fact.

But the sad thing is, we'll never know

who exactly is "the best".

So for now, nobody is

and this fact applies to us all.

I also wonder sometimes, why

we're here in the first place.

To reproduce I guess

but there are too many

people on this planet

and it's only getting worse

and soon we'll run out of room.

So why, I ask, am I here?

Why bother with yet another person?

Because this person doesn't need

to be the best at anything.

She doesn't need to be powerful.

She doesn't need to be famous.

Or rich or important.

She won't be any of those things.

But she's going to take

her tiny little soul

in a mass of billions

and make it shine brighter.

Not just for herself

but for all the people

who have lives

but are struggling

to live.

I am her.

Author's Note

I wasn't sure what to put as the photo for this so I put a picture of me in a galaxy. So yeah. :)