By: The FEPSian Torch
Ungrateful.
Unvalued.
Unappreciated.
Everything I feel while I’m still here.
Unfair—
That’s all I’ve received while I’m still here.
Worked hard through sleepless nights.
Pushed myself beyond my limits,
Yet no one knows.
They are blind,
Believing only what they choose to see.
Who even am I?
Who even am I to you?
I worked so hard,
Yet no one knows
The tears,
The unfairness.
The neglect—
I don’t quite understand.
I worked hard.
I gave everything.
I have been good.
I was good.
So good.
Yet no one knows,
Or perhaps they chose not to.
Who even am I?
Just someone you can replace.
A speck of dust
In your perception.