Life Striking Me

Strike one
I am left being the only one
Strike two
I am left wanting to be through
Strike three
I am left wishing someone one else I could be
Strike four
And I am about to walk out the door
Strike five
I finally feel like I am alive
Strike six
New people are thrown in the mix
Strike seven
I feel as if I am in heaven
Strike eight
My skills I start to demonstrate
Strike nine
It seems as if the world is mine
Strike ten
I start from strike one again.

Who Am I?

Who am I, but just another design?

Who can I become

if I am just another one 

just a speck in the essence of time

It is a chance, my existence

my personality a random thing

people say, "you can go the distance!"

but how is it peace I am supposed to bring

If I am just another of the many in the lot

how can I be expected to have revolutionary thought

how do you expect my mind to not be melded 

by the previous thoughts that other have welded 

You say my mind is special and unique

it is different from all the rest 

but my originality is very weak

because my thoughts are not the best

Someone must have thought my thoughts before

someone must have, before I even opened that door

someone must have already had my mind

but somehow that was not how we were designed 

I am different than the billions who have walked the earth

No one will be exactly like me in the future or past 

From this I should find my worth 

or else into self pity be cast