They said
“We never asked to be born in the first place”
And yet
Here we are, all of us
To do the best we can do.
Be kind to others, they say.
Treat others the way you want to be treated, they commend.
But they are not kind
And they must want to be treated like shit.
What are we going to do?
You and I?
I look at you
You didn’t ask to be born either.
Not in the first place
And yet
Here you are.
I cannot reach you
And yet
Here I am.
I will never fully understand the experience of you
And yet
Here we are.
You cannot reach me.
I wish I could help you see
I wish I could lend you my eyes
My brain
The memories of you
The fascination for you
The small things you do
You don’t even notice them
And yet, there they are.
You and I
We did the best we could.
And yet,
We are no more
Not here anymore.
You couldn’t believe my words.
I did the best I could
But I wasn’t kind enough
And you didn’t treat me the way you wanted to be treated,
did you?
I take back my eyes
My brain
My memories
My fascination
The small things are for you to keep
For me to miss
I will always notice them
And yet
I won’t be there anymore.
About the Creator
GB Rogut
Jack of all trades, mistress of poetry. Mexicana. Bi. Autistic. She/Her. You can support me on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/musingabout or visit my tree https://linktr.ee/GbRogut
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