Just Another Statistic

Just another statistic.
I really should have resisted,
the pressures, that made my
sense of reality seem ballistic.
Never wrong, always narcissistic,
always forgetting my own self, always
getting lifted. Getting so caught up in the
wrong me, I forgot I was so gifted.

When was it, when my mind first drifted?
I can't recall, I'm no longer nostalgic.
Nothing moves me, nothing seems fantastic, because
I allowed my myself to become, just another statistic.
I really should have resisted, because now, it will seem
as if I never existed.