The sense of questionable faith ,
I the irrefutable bitter taste,
We the irresistible waste .
This feeling, I just can’t shake it,
And I get along as i fake it,
But at times I feel like I cant make it.
I progress but i feel so stationary,
Sounded by people can be so solitary,
And the question remains, what am I supposed to be?
Who are all of you?