Found another one!

Another poem I found that I had written in...I don't know when I wrote it. 

The Purpose of My Being

By Palvi Sharma

The mountains, rain and sunshine
All have a purpose of being
But not I.
The flowers their scentness
The birds their flightness
All have a purpose of being
But not I.
 Why is it that when I step forward
I'm but pushed behind?
And when I'm behind
I'm stood still?
Why is it that when I ask questions,
I'm not answered any?
And when I'm being asked,
Know none of the answers to many?
 If there's a purpose of my being
I'd like to know.
If there's a purpose in me
I'd like to know.