Little Stories

Do I Matter

You hate me,
Even though you say you don't.
You deny it
And hide it in any way you can
With excuses and lies,
I'm sick of it and you just want to make me die.
What about you too,
You think I favor you.
I don't.
You're just like the others,
You gossip for fun
You hurt and say it's someone else.
And when time comes
for credit,
It's not yours because you didn't try.
This goes for the first person I also mentioned,
Yes,
The one who hates me.

The others,
The ones who go to a place of learning,
You've told me that you think I'm
"Weird".
Look at you,
You try to make yourself look
beautiful,
by putting make up on.
Yet you look like a creepy clown.
You say "eww" to those
who have a different shape and complextion.
You only care about yourself,
And the people you choose to hang out with.
When someone comes to you for help,
You don't care,
You're not wise enough.
After saying this about the others,
It's clear for me to say
that you are the "weird" ones
And the rude, ugly ones.

So, what I've said about these different people,
The ones who hate and hate,
Let me ask you all something.
Do I matter?
Is me being on this cruel world help you,
Or just gives you another reason to make matters worse.
Some people do care
about my being.
Do I matter?
Am I a mistake to this world?
Here's what I've been told,
I can make a change,
but that will be hard for me.
My purpose isn't going to start serving in a while,
So all I can do is think and pray,
That each day
will be ok
For me.
Do I matter?