If I'm being honest: I'm sad.
I don't know why, but if I had to guess...
Maybe it's my  best friend,
moving farther away.
Or, if not that, perhaps my dad,
who thinks I'm a disgrace.
But, no. If it's anything,
It's got to be the world,
constantly shooting me in the face.
Perhaps it's just who I am: sad.
Devoid of personality,
Devoid of quality.
If I'm being honest: I'm sad.

If I didn't exist,
What would the people around me be like?
If I didn't exist,
Would they have a different life?
If I didn't exist,
Would they be better off?

Hey, you.
Last time we spoke
You said something and
It was then that I realized
we are better off as friends.
Neither of us know love
And neither want it.
So why keep
Talking
About
It?

I can't help but be saddened
And utterly maddened
As I sit and contemplate
The feelings my prior poems demonstrate.