I t ’ s a l l a h a z e.
A B L O B, a b l u r.
I’m u c r a n.
Everyone in the world is here for each other.
Who’s present to assist me?
I understand I’ll never be one’s first choice
Nor the one someone protects from pain.
I won’t be recognized for all that I do.
No one sees clearly.
No one knows.
Always on the e
Not a word spoken
An action done
Watching myself t t on eggshells.
Wallowing in my self-destruct.
I desire the feel of significance.
A human with importance
In one’s life,
Within the world that surrounds us
Or the universe – bigger than all combined.
I’m a passive awaiting significance.