I wish I could be excused 

From this expired life

Living for

                  Nothing 

 

Waking up for 

                           Approval 

 

That I’ll never receive 

I’m about as accomplished 

As a millennial’s participation trophy

 

But I’ll be told 

That I’m painful

                  I’m a purpose 

I’m a name that will either be remembered 

 

                  Or forgotten 

A cracked star 

                  On a piece of polished marble 

That lives past California's numbered days