• Sometimes I wish
    I could make people sense
    A change in me,
    Make people sense
    When something is...off.
    Yet I cannot.
    Instead, I can give signs.
    I isolate myself,
    Deprive myself socially,
    Prohibit myself from uttering a sound.
    Someone would notice then,
    Wouldn't they?

    No one.
    Not a soul cares.
    Why, then, exist here?
    Why should I stay somewhere
    When my presence is not acknowledged?
    When I am nothing but space?
    I am not wanted.
    I am not needed.
    No one seems to care.
    Why should I?
    Therefore, I'll spare the world of me
    Because no one asked me a simple question.