Sometimes,
I wonder
...
What am I to you?
A human? A thing?
An animal? Or a place?

If I'm a human,
Am I disabled or ugly
That's why you ran away?

Or if a thing,
Am I a toy
That for any ******* reason,
I am built for you to play?

Do you mind?
Do you even care?

If I'm an animal,
Am I wild
For you to just
****?

Or a nice one
That you could just
Take benefit of
Then intentionally betray?

Am I a place? An area?
Just a part of your itinerary
Where you can come
And eventually go?

Am I alive or dead?
Do I even exist?
Even in your dreams?
Even if it is just pretend?

Do you even know me?
Would you even want
To know me?
Answer me!

I want to know
Because maybe
While you're a very
Special something to me
That I could
Just spend
The rest of my life
Finding out why,

I
Am
Just
Nothing
To
You.

So let
Me ask
You again,

What
Am
I
To
You?