What I am to You?

What am I to you?

Am I a joke?

A friend?

An object?

Nothing?

What am I?

Am I even a person?

You say that I matter,

But you won't talk to me.

You say that I matter,

But you don't want me around.

Why is that?

Why do you lie?

Do you even know?

Do I even exist?

Am I even in your memory?

Do you think of me?

Do you think of me when I'm not in front of you?

Or am I simply forgotten.

Do I not exist when I'm not in front of you?

Would you miss me if I was gone?

Would I be a distant memory?

Would I fade away?

Quickly? Slowly?

Or was I never in you mind to start.

What am I?

What was I?

Who are you?

Why don't I know?