Starved

I just want to know what it feels like

To matter.

 

To matter to someone, something, I just want to know how it feels.

 

It seems like everyday

I make everyone feel appreciated,

Feel wanted,

Feel loved.

 

I’m starved from these affections,

Everyday I go,

Unappreciated

Unwanted

Unloved.

 

Maybe that is why I do what I do,

I go out of my way for others,

I cast aside my Selfishness,

My Anger

My Hate

 

Because I know what it’s like to not matter.

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