We senselessly search for:
Something
Senselessly hope for:
Something
To get us through.
The hunger,
for Something,
is never satisfied.
We die in the hopes that it will mean Something
Am I worth Something?
Can I be Something?
No one answers the calls
Treated as an after thought
I reside with Nothing
I listen, I know
You think I'm Nothing
You wish I was Nothing
Sadly,
I am Someone, Something
I will never be silenced