First to Last
I don’t need your validation
or your approving seal.
Your acknowledgement doesn’t
confirm that I’m real.
I don’t need to fight
to obtain your attention.
I don’t care anymore
if you fail to mention.
You don’t register
on my emotional radar.
My heart is pracitcally healed
you can barely see the scars.
How does it feel
to be in my place?
Where I sat for years
alone and going to waste.
Do you enjoy the empty feeling
lack of acknowledgement creates?
What’s it like
going from first to last place?
