I am loved

But cannot feel it,

I can only see it,

I do not touch it,

No reactions,

No risk.

I am cared for by friends,

Family,

Peers,

But I still yearn for better.

I am lonely,

Trapped,

Complaining,

Nothing.

No one will remember

Me or my works,

No one can remember a nothing,

And because I am a nothing

They will move on.

Perhaps they already have.

Oh well.

At least I tried

But in the big scheme of things,

Who remembers a nothing?