Gallimaufry

Mickey's black book Page 2

I still subsist in the ether, easily fading out of the light

but afraid to step into a fully dark escape

People say, as if I matter

but my words seem to drop  before reaching their ears

I have to kick and scream, act drastically

for them to take me into account

Life changes in a moment, 

I can stand outside in the rain for a thousand of them

for the same time it would take to vanish

and my absence means nothing

It means less than my barely noticed presence

The real me screams inside, as this shell feels emptier

and emptier inside

why do I bother? 

I just want to disappear.