Sick

Don't want to be sick; what am I living for? Grew out of my childhood fantasies, Knowing no one is coming to save me. Making enemies I didn't even see. I just the criminal is way mad at me. In a Void, all alone. Ask for a little, I get a stone. Funny, when I say there is no God, God appears! People do not see me! And if they did, What do they see? Am I just looking for me? Myself? Is that all I seek but never find? Someone exactly like me? How absurd! This is it. Make the best of it.