Pathetic

I don't know who I am
But I want a perfect fit
I want someone to mirror the mold
And i'm not gonna quit

i know i'm not good at poetry
I haven't been for a while
I used to be good
But now i just don't try

It used to be funny
how i thought i was pathetic
but now its just sad
its like i have no ethics

i look in the mirror
i reach for the sky
just kidding i don't
i dont even try

i try hard sometimes
if i really want
but then think about all the fun i'd have
if i just lied about trying

the thought is daunting
my life passing by
pretty soon i'll be 18
then will i try?

if i do i'll be successful
if i don't i'll be a nuisance
which is better
i cant tell the difference