“untitled-5; or, When”,

2025 February 26, 18:27

When I cry, nobody hears.

Nobody comes to my rescue.

They leave me destitute,

and alone to dry my tears.


When I am alone, nobody cares.

People only want my company

if I have something they need;

I am a deer in a world of bears.


When I am silent, nobody speaks for me.

They couldn’t care less

of the pain and distress

hidden just under a façade of comedic relief.


I care about their feelings,

And help them when they need it most;

But caring has made me a ghost,

A ghost of my former being.