"insensitivity"

Maybe everything changed.

I am a wandering soul. 

a mere observer

The days go by and I grow older.

Should someone like me matter to you?

I think and think about what I am.

what makes me exist?

What keeps me alive?

I survive but I don't live

What good can I offer to others?

the colors that emanated, those that I barely noticed

even though I empathized with them, I didn't help them

after that meeting, I tried to change

but I couldn't do it, 

they are rats living in this putrid place