I Matter

In the quiet corners where shadows dwell,
I tread softly, a tale I can't quite tell.
I like to think I matter, in the depths of my soul,
Yet they only acknowledge when I've reached my toll.

Disposable whispers in the wind's gentle sigh,
I'm but a fleeting moment as time passes by.
They only see me when wounds start to bleed,
Reminding them I exist, in moments of need.

Words, like daggers, cut deep in the night,
And suddenly, I'm worthy of their sight.
"I matter," I whisper, with a trembling breath,
But it's only in pain that they notice my depth.

I yearn for significance, a place to belong,
Yet they toss me aside when the moment's gone.
Disposable, yes, but not devoid of worth,
In the echoes of hurt, I find my rebirth.

So I'll stand in the storm, weathered and torn,
For in their acknowledgment, I'm no longer forlorn.
Though they only see me when tears start to fall,
I'll remind them I matter, despite it all.