what the?

late at night i sit and wonder..
if it will ever be my time.
others have had the opportunity.
why not me?

am i not good enough?
maybe im a fool.
maybe i should stop dreaming...

or not..
because only in my dreams, i have reached that goal.
i am who i want to be in my dream.
in my dream i am invisible, happy, loved, wanted.

but not here.
here, i am a bother, pathetic loser.
a fool...

poor, poor me.
i wish i were somewhere else.
somebody else.
but i am just me. just me.
poor poor me.

i should go to bed, its very late.
i want to dream, dream my dream.
where im somebody else, somewhere else.
not me.