Well-qualified and unwanted.
No one needs me to exist.
Why do I exist?
I let the days go by.
Sometimes I am hopeful.
Sometimes I give up.
The result is the same.
I let the days go by.
Until one of these days…
How is it going to end? I do not know.
When I reminisce,
And measure out my past,
I see that I am unwanted.
That no one needs me.
No one wants to need me.
I am avoidable and avoided.
I count the number of years,
How long this misery has resounded.
And the one clarity arises:
I do not want this to continue.
It is the most awful and sad sound.