What do u think of this poem!!

No matter wat i do
no matter how hard i try to fit in
i know in my hart-, hart
that i truly never meant to belong
in a place i can never call home pagina
a couple freindly faces...
fade after awhile...
of become consumed in diff things
trying so hard
to be like them...
it only shows that being your own pearson...
would mean i will never be able to fit into anything
i know im not suppose to be here
but it still does not mean...
that im fully numb
i still feel the loneiness
the bitter pain of not fitting in
i was never ment to belong anywhere....in a place i can never call my home...