My Existence is a Scandal

My Existence is a Scandal.

I try and re write things, as time goes on

 My thoughts seem to change as I become

A different person every passing second.

I’m unsure of things that write,

Why shouldn’t I be?

How can you trust someone who 

changes so abruptly.

I still continue writing whatever thoughts 

I have. I want everyone to hear me, 

Acknowledge me. As I’ve never been 

considered worthy enough of someone’s

attention.

People only pay attention to things 

They love; maybe I was never loved 

By anyone.

I’m also unsure of my presence 

Does my presence matter?

I think if I would be gone,

No one would even notice.

 So I guess it doesn’t matter.