I am what I am and nothing else.

I wonder why people just can’t understand that.

I hear my alarm go off in the morning,

And see it going to be just the same as always.

I want to be able to do something that interests me.

I am what I am and nothing else.

I pretend to care about most things,

But I feel bored of them.

I touch the keys as I rattle off another meaningless assignment.

I worry about nothing because nothing is relevant.

I cry about the future.

I am what I am and nothing else.

I understand that things are important,

Though I say I do not care.

I dream that everything pans out in a hallmark card manner.

I try to find a meaning,

And hope that I’m doing things right

I am what I am and nothing else.