Everyone is going somewhere, someplace;
I am stuck, tethered.
Every life is awesome, blaze;
I am stripped, unfeathered.

Long, drab faces of my sojourners;
And whispers of failure,
Quiet snickers of my mourners,
Silently I am to endure.

My existence has reached rock bottom,
They say I am distraught;
Dismayed for I am forgotten,
But I am fine, am I not…