It’s the way the dog perks up when I come out
No one’s ever excited to see me
I feel unimportant
To anyone
But this dog that isn’t even mine is happy to see me
Why can’t humans do that?
Light up a little bit when they see me
I don’t think wanting to feel important is limited to me
And I don’t want the world to revolve around me
I’m not expecting people who don’t know me to be excited to see me
I just want people in my life to be
I don’t see my mum for months and she’s like hi hunny
Like we see eachother every day
I want to feel like my presence has meaning
Like it’s not just guaranteed
Like I’m not
I feel like furniture
Like everyone is so used to me that I’m barely even noticed
How does it feel to be seen?
How does it feel when everything finally fits into place?
When is that ever going to happen for me?
I’m just a spirit held together by devices
And fleeting thoughts that leave so fast I’m left breathless
What was I doing
Doubt is all I am
Probably all I’ll ever be
To be seen
And I truly believed that moment would be
When you met me
Left with it
The doubt
There’s nothing left here’s something to hold on to
It’s doubt
I mean
At least the dog gets excited
I’m not completely unworthy of it
I wonder where I was going to be
Why am I in the Universe where this happens?
Why can’t I even remember the mistake I made?
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