Starved
I just want to know what it feels like
To matter.
To matter to someone, something, I just want to know how it feels.
It seems like everyday
I make everyone feel appreciated,
Feel wanted,
Feel loved.
I’m starved from these affections,
Everyday I go,
Unappreciated
Unwanted
Unloved.
Maybe that is why I do what I do,
I go out of my way for others,
I cast aside my Selfishness,
My Anger
My Hate
Because I know what it’s like to not matter.