Nothing

All my life,
Living on death-row.
A criminal walking free.
Boxed in by society’s preconceived notions.
Trapped by prejudice.

Heart cold.
Mad at the world.
Never got a fair shake.
Any opportunity, I had to make.
But it was always taken.

Discouraged.
Each day I get closer to my execution date,
Playing the cards I’ve been dealt.
A losing hand is all I’ve ever seen.
Life’s never had significant meaning.

Soul in purgatory.
Dark days describe my story.
My purpose and I have no acquaintance.
My worth and I have never crossed paths.
Time is fading away.

Conditioned
Is my mind that I’m Nothing.
Just a number on a census report.
No one recognizes me.
The world has forgotten about me.

Sentenced
To death at birth.
My fate was sealed the day I entered Earth.
A product of my environment.
I’ve only become what was spoken on me…
Nothing.