This Used To Be Me

I used to write a lot about any random things and I'm surprised myself by how random my mind could be at times. This one is written on February 4, 2009.

"She said I'm not her star
Just because I couldn't sing twinkle twinkle little star
He said I'd much better be locked in a jar
Just because I threw him on a face with a strawberry jar

They said I'm no longer their shoulder
Just because I couldn't cry and make them feel better
You said I even get worse
Just because I'm never able to ride a horse

So, what is a star?
Something hanging in the sky so far?
What is a jar?
Some place to lock somebody like me in?
Well, what is a shoulder?
Some place of mine for them to put all the burdens on?
And what is better?
Some word used to defeat you in any way forever?

Okay, stop questioning!
Too many questions only make them ask for some action
And I know I can't pay attention
Just because I got nothing to lie on.."

Don't ask what this is all about cause the only thing I remember about this writing is that I wrote it at school, in English class and I posted it on Facebook.