If I am worthy yet no one agrees am I mad, or doomed to be lonely? Does it even matter Value only exists where we decide right? I the bottom of the dog pile crushed under the weight of those standing on my shoulders if no one sees you, do you exist or a living ghost lost in a sea of the living because invisiblity isn't much different from being intangible why not succum to the pain of irrelevance? the agony of comparison, because you, don't seem to matter to count I shouldn't expect more but the agony burns my chest to know you are not... enough in the eyes of others Still. As the cold lonely night marches on like my thoughts NO. my value isn't for others to choose to decide my humanity If I am; broken, unloveable, a waste of space, a mean, arroagant, bookish idiot even if only I know Even if the whole word says no I, am worthy.
