- the urge to disappear grows by the day...

As I sit here day in and day out,

And although I'm no longer afraid,

My solitude only grows as there

Is no one around, and those who

Sort of are, don't show interest.

I can go many weeks without a single

Person contacting me, so I spend

A lot of time alone with my head.

In fact, it's pretty much all I can do,

And at this point, it makes me spiral.

I'm starting to believe that I'm not

Remotely important in any way,

That when people say they

Love and appreciate me, it's all

Just sound bites, nothing more.

If their words matched their actions,

And they took into consideration

The things they know affect me,

I might believe their expressions of

How great a person they think I am.

But as things stand now, it's tenuous,

'Cause contradictions like that can't

Go unnoticed, their strong effect either,

So I sit here day in and day out wondering

Where all that love I hear about could be.

And no answer is forthcoming yet.