Insignificance

We are insignificant,

Compared to everything else in this goddamn world.

I look up at the stars,

And think of how small I really am.

Isn't it strange to think people die everyday,

And others feel nothing because they didn't know them.

That's how small we are.

A man dies in the middle of the street,

Paramedics rush to his side,

As drivers and people walking by can think nothing of it.

It's normal,

That's what they say to make it better.

We all die,

But that doesn't make it any more acceptable.

A man dies in the street,

And in that moment not one person feels the pain his loved ones will when they find out.

That's how small we are.

Insignificant as the insects you step on without notice.