Sunday morning thoughts

Sunday morning Thoughts

I do love myself. 

More than that I accept myself.

I work at bettering who I am every single day. 

But what do I do with that when it seems that my existence matters to no one else but me? 

Violently waving my arms in front of the faces before me begging to be seen yet they all just pass right through me. 

Screaming at the top of my lungs to be heard but yet I am invisible. 

Standing on the ledge in front of the world as they watch me contemplate jumping to my end while they sip on their coffee waiting for the show to begin. 

Who am I to any of them? 

No one to anyone. 

If I disappear today into the dust.... they all go on, the world moves forward, my existence is pointless. 

No one sees me. 

No one hears me. 

No one wants me. 

No one needs me. 

No matter how much I give of myself, no matter how little.

It remains the same. 

No matter how much I change they only see what they want to see.

My change doesn't matter. 

I am not chosen. 

It's comical in actuality. 

Because of all the people in the world I am only asking for one.