Redundant

If I was not needed, where would I belong?

If they needed me at first, why would they not need me now?

If it was their mistake to not see, why would it be my mistake?

I wish I was special, not redundant.

I wish they would put away others instead

So I could be left out of misery.

If I was born to be a nobody,

Is it too much to be wanted as a good human?

Why would men help some women and not other women?

Why do old people prefer old people for a chat?

Why are people selfish because of what they love or hate?

Why are people suffering for strangers they only just met?

Cold and gone,

I come and go in the minds of them.

Bye again, omitted as air.

- Vander

Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe juices and in no relation to any actual entities).