Lost.

How I've failed and can't move on.
I dream that I could change
and make things the way i want.
If only I was normal.
If I lived the way you do
I feel that i'd succeed.
Why can't you tell me what to do?
You seem to have the answers.
You seem to have found perfection.
Why can't you see what i've become?
Why can't you tell me what to do?
But now I feel so angry.
How I've lost myself.
How I've drowned in all that i despise