If I could kill you with kindness
I would do it
in a second.
But I know that
nothing I do
will affect you,
which is what bothers me
so much.
Nothing, nothing.
Again with the nothing,
but I can't help it.
I am the least there,
the most nothing,
if you will.
And invisible to boot.
It's that selective
visualization.
Visualization
of things
I don't need to see,
because I am obviously
nothing,
or I was
nothing
it's just the same.
I guess people stay the same
so how can things be different
but that means I was nothing.
Replaced
not that I want to be there.
I am angry
and sad
and alone.