I guess I'm not deserving of a normal life.

No house, just a long beaurocratic wait
for phone calls that never seem to come.
No job, just an endless hunt along with the
rest of the unemployed, who are much more
qualified than me. No romance, for it seems that
I'm just not what people are looking for these days.

I'll just go on.
Searching in earnest for things I assume I deserve,
but in the end,

I guess I'm not deserving of a normal life.