Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe

Grave

Six feet down
Treading over me
Feel the ground crumple
Covering me
People don't see those underneath
Don't see the pain
Don't feel sympathy
Already burying me before I am done
Forsaken me
Hating me despite what I have done
I'm nobody now as I have an unmarked grave
Surrounded by the other fallen who have been buried the same
Cast aside
Crushed below the tread of your feet
I tried so hard to become new
But I could never please you
I was a waste and cast away
Thrown in the wind
That's fine
I have become what you have raised
A waste
No one
Now only an unmarked grave