My Exisitance

So small, my exisitance,
Unknown, withered into nothing.
I want to make a stance,
And be recognised, anyway, I don't care.
Under the radar I have fallen.

Crawling on bare knees,
Trying to find my feet.
Toes broken down into the ground,
Not moving me, not at all.
Swimming the ocean with fish, that are so beautiful.

What happened to me?
Why can't I swim and discover me?
I want to live like them, happiness
And be with them.
My exisitance, not great. Small.