Maybe...

Maybe I was just never ment to play this part,

but oh the irony when people say that there's a reason for me to be there.



Many a time recently i have wondered,

that maybe I am but a seat warmer,

heating it up only bodily, without any soul.

For sometimes it all feels like clock work, that my soul and fire isnt needed.

I thought that maybe i had gained their trust, but now i feel i may have been wrong.

I seem like the null in the equation, redundent with my right and left hands gone.





Am I really needed?

Am I really right for the job?

Is it even a job in the first place?

Can i change that thought?

I wonder where is the person I thought I was.

I wonder where is the person who felt in her bones that she and everyone else about her were really born to win.



Where is that fighting spirit?

That courage that I once knew?



Maybe , just maybe,

I was never ment to be..............



I guess maybe I am but a strange dough with too much butter to end up fitting the mould.