Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder, am I really wanted? Do people really like me? Or am I just a disappointment? Now I feel so stupid, to think people actually like me. It's funny; I feel the same vibe from my own family. I know I'm right, I can tell because they only use me. Abuse their positions, accuse me, and then refuse me. Sometimes I wonder, is life worth living? It's like hell, or maybe worse. But however, I'm living through a curse. And my mind is the witch, that won't go away. Constant harassment that claims its stay. She moved in and made her place. Despite the fact that I needed that space. Sometimes I wonder, does anyone care? Even at times when someone's there. Are they even listening? Hearing me talk? Or am I just a joke for you to mock? Nice, I knew it, this was all a game. This time, I know who's to blame. It's the ones with all the problems and made me the solution. Then Came my turn, and scattered like pollution. Then gets mad when I say I don't care. Oh well, I guess, Life isn't fair.