Useless

As I walk alone, I feel as if I'm a burden.
For those who see me, I'm nothing but a lifeless doll.
White-faced, black-eyed, claws for hands.
I'm not liked, people shun me.
I'm admired, but they fear me.
I'm loved for the pain I can cause.
I can't do much.
Useless is what I am.
I try to help but my looks deceive.
I try to block away the evil yet I'm mistaken as it.
Can it be any worse?
I try to give up.
But still they push me forward to live on...
What's the point to stay alive and try..
If useless is what I am...