We are meaningless

I lean back on the car seat,

The world flashes past me,

They go as quickly as they come;

All that is past is forgotten.

The music beats through my ears and the world seems to stop,

The car is silent except for the deep breaths of my fragile carcass,

My hands shake for the fear of being seen and never noticed,

The fear comes true and all I can do is hope.

So many people rush, 

Pushing the limit,

But why do they rush? 

They are meaningless.

A solemn truth dawns,

I am small,

I am alone,

No matter what I pretend,

I am mean nothing.

Reviews

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

yes ...one is terribly alone...
but we do mean something...
everything....
like you mean the world to someone..
aim to make it everyone..

[Kevin Horsley]

Truth is we can be something to everyone (friend, enemy, associate) or everything to someone. That is until the darkness creeps in when you're all alone. And then, where are the special people in your life...alone in that same darkness.

Nice stark representation, I think it's more on the subject of what you are rather than who you are. Is it about your writing, you write - it is a part of you and if it goes unnoticed, will you feel empty and want to hide away from the world.

[Devons]

This is a very tough piece of writing. It faces the reality brutally and without compassion - but then truth has no compassion.
The imagery of the rushing and aimless, pointless world that flashes past the window is rather good, and the second stanza contains the paragon:
"My hands shake for the fear of being seen and never noticed"
Well-written, with heart but with blank and blunt recognition. The final stanza summarizes that; and "I" translates in the mind as "everyone"...