Dark Poet

You know it. Don't you?
You've known all along.
The feeling you have opressed.
Buried deep in your subconcious.
Stop listening to yourself,
and listen to that little voice in your head saying

Worthless...

There are six billion people on this godforsaken planet.
What makes you so special?
A truth you do not wish to see.
Just a brick in a game.
A paw among paws.

"Who are you?" they sang.
So?
Who are you?
Justify your existance!
Prove that you are worthy to be called king.
Prove that you are worthy to be calle human!