Poem; Weak

I am weak

There is no way that I believe

That I can change the world

And I know

I am in no way making a different

I refuse to believe

I can make the change I wish to see

I know that

I am unimportant

I do not matter and

It is irrational to think that

I will be of use to the world and 

It is obvious

I am worthless

I don`t believe

I am strong



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