Wasted Time

I waste my years to try to make
people happy.
 
And what do I get in return?
 
Loneliness.
 
I live all this time, thinking things
will work out.
 
Why lie to myself?  
 
Nothing works my way.  
 
All I do is take up space and waste
the air.  
 
Any time I try to do something,  
 
I just come up with another failure
to add to my list.  
 
When I try to talk, people may hear
me but nobody listens.  
 
It's just another voice.  
 
Some would try to escape.  
 
For some reason, I'm stuck here.  
 
Just let me go, it would take a lot
of weight off everyone's shoulder.  
 
What is happy?
Nobody knows.
Only what they believe.
 
Welcome to my world.