Ponder

Pale blue boy

Would you care,
If I said I wasn't feeling alright?

Would you care,
If I made requests that you would so blatantly ignore?

Would you care,
If I,
The pale blue boy,
Wanted to play a song of great feelings,
To which you would quickly cut off?

Would you care,
If I,
Your "friend,"
Were to not come to school?

How long would it take you,
Creative individuals,
To realize I wasn't there?

Would you care then?

Would you really care,
If I just blatantly went,

"I really appreciate all of you."

Would you care about me then?
Or would you continue to not recognize my existence?

Am I truly that much of a burden to you?
Nothing more than an irrelevant,
Emotionally manipulative,
Burden?

...

I see.

So you truly wouldn't care,
If the color drained from my body,
And I turned pitch black?

So you truly wouldn't care,
If I ignored you,
Just like you did me?

Just like that one day,
Where pale blue boy,
Broke down,
Under stars?

Where pale blue boy,
Who was drowning his sorrow in emotional tunes,
Suddenly vanished?

Where pale blue boy,
Writing his depressing poetry,
Felt unwanted?

Where the same pale blue boy,
Should he even be called that now,
As he is now the color of murky swamp water,
Infested with parasites and virulent plagues,
Was crying?

Where the murky water boy,
Who would soon turn pitch black,
The same color,
That those who've been possessed by demons,
Eye's turn,
Was not noticed nor cared about till time melted away?

Where time was nearly at its end?

Why did it take an intellectual individual,
Who claims to care about pitch black boy,
To almost the end of time,
Just to notice I was gone?

To actually traipse the edges of the whirlpool of emotions,
To see if I had fallen in?

Why is it,
That when pitch black boy's time had run out,
And he had officially come out of hiding under stars,
Those beautiful,
Calming stars,
That you took it upon yourself,
To laugh?
And act as though it was only a game of hide and seek?

To laugh when I said not a word?

To laugh when I put on my shoes,
All void of color,
And began to clean up the mess,
That translucent boy had never picked up?

Why did you try to seem so concerned,
When orange boy ignored you?

Why did you act like you cared,
When scarlet boy,
Void of all feeling,
Except that of anger,
Left?

It truly astonishes me,
The now,
Yet again,
Pitch black boy,
At how oblivious I truly am.