Who am I?

What did you say?

I look up at the night sky,

Mars where did you go?

Look a little up in my eyes.

And a little to the right of the moon.

There it is.

The little red planet of which I love.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," they said,

"Then why'd you talk to me?"

"I said nothing,"

"You did, I heard you,"

"I didn't say anything."

I turn around,

I don't need them.

Jerks, 

They can just walk out of my life.

I spent five years searching for them.

They have a short conversation with me.

Then they leave.

Don't they realize how much I miss them?

Don't they realize I care?

Don't they realize that I spent hours on them?

Finding them?

Looking for them?

"What did you say?" They ask.

"Why do you care?"

"..."

"Exactly, you don't,"

"I'm sorry,"

"That doesn't tell me why I exist..."

"Because... I don't know where I would be without you,"

"And I could've died when I was three, So why didn't I?"

"You have a purpose,"

"And what is that?"

"You'll see, I know you'll see."

What was that supposed to mean?

I lived in a class of 10, in 3rd & 4th grade.

They said I don't want to go back,

But I do.

They said it sucks,

But they don't know the city.

They said they are 'good,'

But it hurts to say I am 'good.'

I want to go back,

There is too many people,

Too many who could hurt me.

At least I didn't feel pain aside from scrapes.

The pain I feel now is inflicted by myself.

"I'll visit one day,"

"Okay,"

"Is everyone happy?"

"Some better then others,"

"That's good, you live happy okay?"

"Why?"

"Because no one needs my pain,"

"..." He stayed silent.

"I miss you guys," he never answered back.