Only me

No one cares what i think,
but they say it's all about me.
i don't understand at all,
i wonder how this could be.

everyone seems to laugh at me,
for the things that I've done wrong.
i lie around and cry a bit,
and the days are always long.

i wish i was a superhero,
so i didn't need a soul.
everyone could let me be,
and on life would roll.

but as for now I'll hang in there,
and take things as they're given.
until the time my tickets pulled,
and i travel to the heaven.