i don't exist when you don't see me


i hang my head and walk
i go unseen through the numbered days
no voice to call me back

for there's no one to need me
no one to want me
this me, all jagged edges
that me, frantic electric
that me, lazy and despondent
that me, with the wary eyes
this me, smiling and stuttering
this me, sinking in

and that's allright, beloved. it really is

i can't stand being needed

but if you wanted me i think it'd change, beloved.