“untitled-5; or, When”,
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.