oh, it's you again...

 
Where can I go
to get away from me?
Day after day
it hurts just to be.

Why am I so different,
So unwanted, so out of place?
Was I a great mistake;
A blemish upon Gods face?

Go away, be quiet!
Maybe I just will
Sit and watch dust settle
in the spaces I should fill

Would it make a difference
if I weren't around?
Who can say. If I'm not there
then I cannot be found

My so called life is less
than what I can bear
I should've been happier
but that's not fair.