Maybe I am just wasting space;
maybe people throw me away
because I contribute nothing
to their fulfilled lives.


I spend days, sometimes longer,
without a touch, a phone call,
a second glance.


I am considered shy,
but at times my uttered words
on a daily basis
can be counted on two hands.


The people that do speak to me
do not care what I have to say;
they blither on about their lives
never bothering to ask about mine.


The only people that will miss me
are the ones that use me
to be their confidante
or their punching bag.


Anyone else can take my place
and no one would know otherwise.

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