Sometimes I feel I just exist

in my own imagination.

I wonder if I'm ever missed

but I'm afraid to ask the question.

Am I so hard to be around

that no one wants me near?

I feel alone. I feel so down.

Doesn't anybody hear?

Couldn't they just simply call

or send a card or letter?

They don't take the time at all

to even let me know I matter.

I reach out every chance I can

to let them know I care.

To think I'm not worth a damn,

is more than I can bear.

Copyright ©2006 Rose Mary West Ekerholm AKA Plethora