That’s how you see me, a shadow in the room,
A silent fixture amidst the gathering gloom,
Tracing the edges of a space I cannot claim,
A ghost in the hallway, a face without a name.
My words mean nothing, they drift like falling leaves,
Unheard and unvalued, while my spirit grieves,
I speak into the vacuum of your cold indifference,
Finding no echo, no bridge, no deliverance.
My heart means nothing, it’s a pulse, a quiet plea,
For a glimmer of worth that you refuse to see,
Beating against the cage of your neglectful gaze,
Lost in the fog of these hollow, endless days.
You do what you want, in your self-centered tide,
With little care for me, or the pain I must hide,
Sweeping through the hours with a callous disregard,
While I am left to mend what you have torn and scarred.
Significance fades, I am sealed by fate,
An afterthought wrapped in isolation’s state,
Waiting on the periphery of your vibrant world,
Like a banner forgotten, forever left unfurled.
Until you need something, a favor to lend,
Then I am important, a convenient friend,
Suddenly the shadow gains a sudden, sharp light,
And I am summoned briefly from the edge of the night.
But as soon as your hunger for utility is fed,
Then I am gone once more, words left unsaid,
The transaction is over, the warmth begins to cool,
Leaving me standing here, a discarded tool.
Discarded and forgotten, in the dark I stay,
Watching the slow erosion of my soul each day,
A cycle of presence that only serves your whim,
As the light of my value grows increasingly dim.
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