Poezja

Screaming pain I ask for someone to care                                    
It has no meaning if your voice is weak from being Insignificant                                                                                    
That you have to stand and raise your hand                          
For people to notice you                                                          
And for your microscopic brain to comprehend                              
You are Insignificant                                                                                              
My fear of stepping out of my house                                           
Then treading in my rut                                                             
 Like I’m happy but it is not true                                                     
For I am Insignificant                                                          
Because behind the smile I ache                                                         
For something meaningful and important to do                     
But I am Insignificant                                                                     
Yet no matter how hard I try my bad luck will kill me               
And I will be another headstone that nobody knew                                                                  
And I laugh at my own weakness so pathetic                                     
I make myself sick with rage                                                                
Still I am Insignificant                                                                     
I wish my life were over so I can disengage                                 
To you I am happy and to me you are