Unimportant I sit
Wanting to be wanted
Wishing I was needed
Wondering about my significance
Thinking about �her�
Pondering my existence in �her� eyes
Do I exist to �her�?
Do I matter?
Why do I need to be loved?
Why can�t I know the love that I�m given?
Why can�t I see the love I should see?
They can all feel things I don�t feel
I sit in my darkness, my shadow
It doesn�t follow me
It engulfs me
It surrounds me
It became me
And it is me.
