I am
A person meant only to serve
One who gives all that is asked
Seems never to come out ahead
A nothing all feelings masked
I am
One without merit even to be
Being with an existence uncounted
One who is tossed aside without thought
With every effort only discounted
I am
A mere after thought at best
An invader in the world of others
But out of place in this existence
Outcast on the path that smothers
I am
A trivial toy to fill idle time
A placeholder to fill a void
Of so little value one need not
Even look back or be annoyed
I am
What I have always been
Knowing what is my task
Not expect or receive
Only do what is asked
Such as I am
G - April 2009
2 years ago
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