I'm just a figment of a daydreams imagination. No one is paying attention. No one seems to take interest on what makes me tick. Or even what makes my will click on like a light switch. I'm always giving and finding interest in others so they feel needed and enjoyed. Filling a void. Yet I feel as if I were not in my shoes, someone else would come along and I would be forgotten. Heart stopping. My phone doesn't ring. Texts are limited in variety. Faces are strangers regularly. I'm just one of those individuals that doesn't seem to matter. And all I ever hear is peoples teeth chatter. Freinds are abscent and family is foes. All I have is a woman who loves and kids wishing they were grown. I don't feel much like a man. Yet I walk the walk as I stand. I just haven't any reason to anyone. I am the lack of meaning. My face is aging and those I once knew won't even recognized me after a while. Killing my smile. Why is it I am the way I am and no one cares? Guess from here on out all I need is my lady that is rare.
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