Thoughts

This is another poem that I wrote based on my depression. It's a slightly bit darker than "Ribbon", but it's one of my personal favorites.

But what about me?

I ask myself when someone gets praised
For an accomplishment that
I
Also
Did.

What about me?

I think when I get left behind
Because I wasn't good enough for Them.

What about me?

Me,
Caught up in a swirling tempest
Of an uncertain sexuality,
And of an uncertain mind.

Yes, but what about me?

What do people see so great,
So unique,
In my own mind
That finally makes me popular and wanted.

What about me?

Will I forever be
A spark of dust,
In this vast ocean we call our Earth?

Will I ever get to meet you,
Learn about your history,
Your memories,
You passions?

What about me?

Ten years from now, will I still be
Contemplating my worth,
And dreaming and redreaming
The future,
My future,
But also ours?

What about me?

Yes, but what about us?

Author's Note

I try my best at poetry, even though it isn't really my strong point- but I still enjoy doing it. Soon I'll possibly write a short story. What about, I have no idea.