Existence

I am used very often.

Not always, but mostly.
It is a sad and mournful

Existence.

My friends and peers,
Even my own relatives;
People tend to use me
Even if they

Do not know who I am.
It is a sad and mournful

Existence.

I can be found in anyplace
At anytime,
Whether I want to be there

Or not.

I am wanted in heaven and hell,
Where the demons will torture me
And angels will protect me
As they sing praises to Jesus and their

God.

Even partners, couples and lovers
Tease me for their sexual pleasures
Between and beneath the sheets of their beds
And in various places

For a quick f**k.
It is a sad and mournful

Existence.

I am the most used of my kind,
And many others do not know what it’s like
To be so needed and wanted by everyone

Just for fun.

I am always mentioned in notes and essays
About love or hate
And other topics of interest.

I am shy and don’t brag about
Things that I am a part of.

I do feel despair, anger, happiness
And other emotions of the sort.
I am like you.

I think that if you all thought about it,
You would know why I am so worn.

I am not a welcome mat
To be walked all over.
I am the Letter E.

It is a sad and mournful

Existence.

Author's Note

Note where the letter "E" is used and not used in certain phrases