Unworthy.
Unwanted. Unloved.
I am human, yes. But I am not a person.
A person is someone. I am no one.
I am as significant as a grain of salt in the sea.
As missed as the first rain drop of the flood.
My own government has told me I am insignificant.
Unworthy of the protection given to my kin.
All because of who I am within.
I am not a person.
I am a sin.
A disease to be executed. Before I can infect.
A human with a defect.
I am unbeknownst to my brothers.
Walking up and down steps a stranger.
My true feelings unwanted.
I am needed for my smile,
Giving others sun, while drowning in denial.
So unloved that my own parents sit in silence.
Saying they don't want to hurt me,
While their unsounding words scathe deep.
Feelings as unexplored as fathoms,
forced to only steep.
Unprepared for the world,
Undecided in who I am,
Unwilling to admit, that I am unhappy.
I am an unperson. I do not matter.
Sitting alone, while my whole world is untethered.
I am unwelcome to this place, and to my mind.
Forced to leave unexpressed,
As my sanity is undefined.
