Unimportant I sit
Wanting to be wanted
Wishing I was needed
Wondering about my significance
Thinking about “her”
Pondering my existence in “her” eyes
Do I exist to “her”?
Do I matter?
Why do I need to be loved?
Why can’t I know the love that I’m given?
Why can’t I see the love I should see?
They can all feel things I don’t feel
I sit in my darkness, my shadow
It doesn’t follow me
It engulfs me
It surrounds me
It became me
And it is me.
