chosen one

I want my destiny

Given in my hand like a trophy.

I want to know what I'm made for,

Right now, I feel empty. 

Everyone else has their purpose,

And they just seem to fit. 

Why am I left sitting on the bench,

Waiting for a bus that'll never come?

I once dreamt of a fantasy world,

Where I would be "the chosen one"

I would hold my sword up high,

And be the ultimate role model. 

Now I feel unfit

To be in such a world. 

It's like I'm living a lie

Finally finding my purpose. 

Can I give away my destiny?

Can I avoid it somehow?

Maybe they can see that I don't deserve

To be their chosen one.