What have I done?

Someone once asked me

what have you done?

i smiled 

and thought and thought and thought

nothing

i was not a prodigy with a future brighter than the sun

i was not a charitable person for my greed and selfishness had been taught

what have i done?

i had chosen silence instead of to admit the ugly truth

 one smooth question had left my mind in peices

i went home that day and looked at what i had done

i hade a messy room messy head messy life

but all of them ahd been caused by something else

i did not cause chaos 

i did not bring distruction

i did not fix the world

i did not make smiles appear 

i did nothing

simply exsisting had been enough

i did not get up and start something

i simply exsisted 

in my sorrow in my grief

what have i done?