My life has led me to the wall I pound upon like a door,
Wanting to be let in but the wall,
It encompasses a land not meant for my eyes.
It is meant perhaps for a better soul,
And I am mediocre.
I seem to always be yearning to be let in,
For everyone has set me aside,
Like rotting food left for lesser animals.
I want to be a part of the same things as everyone else,
But I'm sitting here,
Rotting around the wall
That circumscribes a greatness
I shall never see.