As I walk down a dark lonely secluded highway asking myself questions that no one can answer. Why was I put on this earth? Why do people treat me the way they do? Why can't I get along with people? Why does God keep putting me through heartache and pain? Why can't I see the light? Why? Why? Why? Searching for some type of relief, but it seems like it will never come. Hoping and Praying, but it seems like God isn't answering any of my prayers. I pray and cry, cry and pray, but it seens like nothing ever happens. What? I'm not good enough for my prayers to be answered? What? I'm not worthy enough to be in the light? I'm always being pushed to the dark. I'm seeking something that will never come true. I wondering am I wasting my time. What time do I have? I'm trash; matter of fact, trash is worth more than me. I want to see the light, but I can't. Trapped in this confounded space where it feels like I'm chained together trying to break free. I wonder when I'm going to transition into a wanted human being? Will I ever see light again? Is there little hope for me after all? Will I be loved, cared for, and missed? I wait and wait until that coming day and when it comes I shall become a new person. I will be free, you shall see.