Little Atlas

Me ranting through poetry

You were never there for me

You said you would be

But I was alone

I tried to be there for you

But what was I to you?

Maybe a 

"Thank you

I love you"

But in the end

You forgot me

Bent over backwards

Poured myself out

But what was I?

I looked to you

For acceptance

Love and appreciation

And so I gave those to you

But you already had those

The things I didn't

So what did my actions

Matter to you?

I was just there

Maybe a prop

Or an extra

In this little play

Expendable to you

And so, manipulated 

"Be this

Do that

Fix this

Not that"

On repeat

So hard I tried

So high the expectations flew

So low fell my self esteem

And what was it to you?

You were fine

I was not

It was irrelevant

The world revolves around the

"Sane" people like you

The "normal" eggs

And that's all you need

I am an extra

Supporting the stage

A veritable Atlas

But, my dear,

I love you still

And I'm here

Like I will always be

The supporting Atlas

With a net to catch you

Forever and always

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Nice work, Lacie. Raw, pure, passionate, and such an unexpected, gentle ending. Human kindness and compassion, offered even to the undeserving. Please keep writing.