A Disposable Child

Sigh.

Not
For the first time
I find myself
Literally
Sitting
In the dark
Pondering
This question.

Would
My life be better
If I became
A frigid person?

Closing
My heart
Forever to others.

By
Accepting the fact
I do not belong
Here.

Never have
Never will.

In
Being the fire
To a land
Long filled by
Cold and indifference.

Consumed
And shunted aside
As a piece
Of roadside trash.

Caring not
About the burnt out
Emotional shell
Which once
Held a life.

Knowing
There are others
To take my place.

Author's Note

Originally written September 2, 2012.