Literature
My life lies down, shattered and alone. My past...
Sometimes I wonder why,
I didn't get to decide.
How I grew up,
or even get to stride.
My lack of the ability to make friends,
or even to make amends.
I am not skilled in any way,
and too lazy to lift any pens.
My life is quite the melancholy,
you could even say it was a folly.
I hope your life won't be the same way,
I just hope that it'll be jolly.