Am I Even Wanted

A poem about society and the narcissism at its core

You're fake and I hate you
What I'm going through doesn't
faze you
If I'm dying, if I'm hurting
You don't care, because it doesn't
illicit your mourning
I wish I was gone, and unaffected
by your lies
But the truth is all that you cause
is my dying inside
Just tell it to me straight, and let
it be over with
You don't and have never cared
about me;
You're just one devious wordsmith
Why has it come to this?
A place where we don't care
About our brother or sister, and
their burdens they must bear.
I want this to end, and for you to
tell me straight
Am I even wanted, in this vast
plane in space?

Reviews

[Sapientiam]

These words are true... We are living in a world where care is hard to find. Though, it seems you are very strong to face these issues head-on and acknowledge their existence. The world is cruel... But, there are people who can beautifully craft words, like you, and make a difference in readers, like me. Really, I gained much insight from this. Thank you for sharing your work!

[The Disconsolate Muse]

Thank you. I really appreciate your review, and I am glad that I was able to write something that you could connect with. Thank you for reviewing!

[Sapientiam]

No problem!