Do I even matter?
Amongst the chatter,
I hear the clatter,
of the shatter,
of my little heart.

It beats to be heard,
Deeply being stirred,
Far from assured,
Will it turn to curd,
Or will it find rest?

Why won't you rest,
you're a nasty pest,
Seeking for a crest,
To your horrid mess,
Desiring some meaning.

Need I question my being?
Purpose would be freeing,
Why believe perceiving,
When it's relieving,
Is merely a mirage.

Merely another page,
To this hodge-podge,
In which we encourage,
The mentally discouraged,
So they don't fall to disaster.

So in conclusion,
do I even matter?