Critical Thinking

I bang my head in frustration,
because nothing ever goes my way.
This world a disappointment,
my life a nightmare.
I bang my head to brick,
And realize something big.
I'm a nobody,
In a world of disappointment,
living a nightmare.
It's sad really, surreal.
To be this low.
To be this unbelievably unrealistic.
But then,
isn't it that that makes me who I am?
A critical thinker, a prosperous writer and artist.
I am who I am.
Crazy, kind, and shy.
Unique in all ways possible.
Although I'm sure there's a clone out there somewhere,
But for now let's say I'm one of a kind.