If I disappeared would anybody care?
Would they look for me to see if I’m still there?
Would my passing bear more than a cursory glance?
While they carry on their own dance.
I feel I’m invisible, but still I try
You think you make a difference but it’s all a lie
Insecurities increase tenfold, can’t eat read or sleep
Keep pushing them away, but ever onwards they creep.
In desperation, trying to do all I can.
But can’t seem to find who I am.
Thought I had it all, man, job, house and car.
But when I really look at it,I really haven’t come that far.