My highs are so far above the earth
( I can see everything, good and bad)
My lows are so deep in the ground
( I worry of the rock and soil collapsing on me)
I am unnecessary
(except as a place marker)
I do not want to be missed
( it is what keeps me here)
People's selfish selflessness holds me here
I want to be loved but the way that people love me
makes it so much harder
I am unnecessary
In order to be made visible
I explain my plight to caring ears that don't know me at all
( I live in a remote land without neighbors, miles from everybody else)
and when they don't understand
they blame it on my youth
this both comforts and discomforts me
I want to be helped
( but they don't understand)
I want to be free of ties
( it's easier)
and dismiss everyone
I am not being dramatic
this is how I see things
and while others tell me what I am
( this does not matter)
it only matters what I think
After writing this
( I think I'm okay, now)
I hope those who read it realize this poem is not for others
( I didn't know what else to do)
this is for myself
You can call me dramatic
( I honestly don't care)
You can blow this off as some ******, badly formed poem
that holds no meaning
( another regular sob-story-cliché)
In a way I'm relieved
( you make it much easier).