My destiny-my doom

The lightening struck two meters away from me. Is it supposed to be a sign indicating my destiny-my doom? I am not big and strong like the others. I don't have the courage to bear the pain. I am used to watching them go by. Smiling and waving at me. Singing and laughing their hearts fill.

I look back into my life to see if I have ever done that. I barely even have a heart. Why was I born this way?

I try to wave back. But everything I do is a disaster. I am a hazard in their eyes. I can see them trotting down the road now. Those machines which are coming towards me to take me to my deathbed.

For I am but a tree on the highway. I don't have the right to live.