When I feel
too small and unimportant
to be worth other’s consideration,
I remind myself
it is my responsibility
to strive to achieve
my joy and happiness
and others’ joy and happiness,
and by taking on this challenge
I make myself significant
to my joy and happiness
and others’ joy and happiness.
She cared more about annoying you than hurting me
She took away the day that made me feel worth something
maybe we're the lucky ones
who were exactly right for life
maybe we're the special ones
with our sight not seeing strife.
maybe we're the insignificant ones
with hopeless wonders in our eyes
maybe we're the lonely ones
with the light slowly passing by.
ever so rare and ever so golden
ever so evil and ever so corrupt
every day, humanity will stay
and responsibly, we shall pay.
She walked through people's lives
Without them giving much notice
She was a grain of sand
In the ocean
She was meek and still
Her quietness permeating
Through the walls
Until she was completely immersed
They took no notice
Of her heart or her mind
They just kept looking
At the outside
They didn't even try
To look past her plain face
Because how could a plain face
Have a brilliant heart?
On the outside they saw
A grey flower past it's bloom
But they didn't notice
The inside breathing anew
They never even tried
To peel away the layers
But instead looked at
What was clear to see
Unfortunately she was small
But her soul was big
And a pity it was
That it would never be seen
Sometimes you wonder if you're significant
After all there is 7 billion of us, how am I any different?
Maybe there is someone out there that is just like me
Talks like me, walks like me, thinks like me, but isn't me.
The ego we have to think we are special
A speck of dust made of star stuff on aboard a giant vessel
Hurdling through space at magnificent speeds
Yet going no where, just staying still it seems
The moonlight seems real, the sunlight warm
But does it matter? It doesn't mean much after all
You start dying the moment you were born
Start your journey as a rose just to be a thorn.
In a thousand years we'll be long gone
maybe what we write here would live on.
Ten minutes after this is written, ten days a year or a hundred
Would you have been the last person to have read this I wondered.
Seems insignificant doesn't it, quite demeaning
So enjoy the little things in life, maybe that's what gives us meaning.
A nice cup of tea or a good book to read
Telling a loved one how much you love them, for that moment would seem insignificant, but to them it would mean everything.
My name is insignificant
I sit on your bus
Not too far forward
Not too far back
I am awash in the middle
Every day you pass me by
But am I really anything to you
If I were gone, would you
My name is gray
I am the least of the colors
In the background
You take a picture
Was I there?
Do you even care?
My name is abscence
I creep around the holes of those lost
Maybe they’ll come back tomorrow
Maybe they’re the ones you hope will come back
Maybe theyre the ones you hope never will
I am unwelcome, nonetheless
My name is transparent
Every time someone looks at me
I smile, thinking they’re looking at me
When they actually mean it for the person behind me
I do this every time someone looks
Never realizing no one ever notices me
My name is invisible
Am I here?
You don’t know
Could you see me, if I was?
You think not
No matter where I am
No matter where I go
I am always
My name is nothing
I am not here
I am not there
I cannot be anywhere
Yet I am everywhere
I fill the crevice of your heart
I creep around dark corners
I dodge behind trees
Not like you’d notice me
I am nothing, after all
My name is let down
And you don’t want me around
I want to be with you
Don’t you see
But you won’t ever let me be there
I want to ask
“Who can I be?
Who can I be
So you will love me?”
But you can’t answer that
Until I answer for myself
“Who am I?”
I want to lay on the ground and let the snow take me. Maybe then I would feel peace.
it starts with a whisper
quiet as the wind through your hair as you trek towards the water’s edge
feet sinking into the sand below
then it grows
filling your mind’s eye as the sight stretches before you, water crashing and frothing, stealing golden rays from the sunset above
the water tugs at your feet
the ocean, either through kindness or indifference, decides not to take you now
she just lets you watch
silently pouring all your emotions into the roar that surrounds you, into the endless amount of water at your feet and in front of you
and she listens
you are so small,
your problems and emotions are even smaller
she whispers to you, through the roar of her waves, the wind through your hair, the water stretching endlessly into the horizon
you are so small
and that is okay
bit of a different style, but I thought it captured the experience better
What do you see when you look at me?
Cause I see a little grain of sand lost in a sea.
This little grain of sand thats so small and tiny you can barely see it.
Floating in an infinite pool of blue,
being pushed by a faint current.
This grain of sand isnt like the rest,
its not laying at the bottom of a reef.
It has floated from shore to shore,
and has seen all sorts of fish.
Its floated in fresh water,
then in salt water.
But what if this faint current weakens,
and this grain of sand begins to sink deeper and deeper into the sea.
Where it begins to feel colder,
and then it becomes darker,
till the last ray of light begins to fade away.
This grain of sand is left floating in nothingness.
Feeling no current.
Seeing nothing but darkness.
Just sinking down to rock bottom.
So when I look at myself you know what I see?
I see a person that has potential.
A person that has been places and has seen things.
But a person that feels so small and insignificant that they think they dont mean much.
Just another grain of sand thats lost in a sea.
I raise my hand
Everyone else gets called on
I walk up to them
I want to talk to them
They turn to face me
And go over to talk to their real friends.
I wish I could blame other people for
But I can’t
It’s not worth it
To acknowledge me.
These other people are not to blame
These happy few
Who run the world
I am not one of them.
I envy them
Why are they so
But I don’t deserve your attention
I don’t deserve love
As much as a strive, I will never
Be worth it.
It’s not their fault
It’s not your fault
It’s my fault
I shouldn’t have been born.
I wonder why
My mother did not cast me aside
The moment she held me
The moment she knew I was wrong
What were her thoughts
In that moment?
Why did she think
I should be kept?
I think she thought she was
Doing me a favor
When in reality, she was only
Prolonging the inevitable.
Because of this,
I know who I am
Because of this,
I know I am worthless.
No one else knows this, though
I am surprised
I thought my inferiority oozed through my pores
But it doesn’t.
I thought they would be able to smell me
But they can’t
They look at me
And they do not know.
It seems that
I am so insignificant
No one can noticed my worthlessness.
I am insignificant
But I am here
Doomed to walk this Earth
It is my curse for living.