I'm no one of importance.
Even if I did have a name you wouldn't remember it;
It means nothing.
My physical stature is something you wouldn't be able to comprehend,
But maybe you might remember my emotional being...
I am unstable, alone, and unbearably self conscious.
I think things I shouldn't, only exploring the depths of what you call an imagination
To only end up falling deeper into the maze to where I may never return.
I am set on business when there is nothing to do.
But when I work I focus on pleasure.
I have theories that have already been thought of, just not at such an immature stage.
I think of things that others have not, or so I think.
I am a disappointment to those around me,
No matter what I do
I hurt those closest to me
When I care too much.
I am someone you are familiar with,
but you do not realize I am also familiar with you.
I am someone that you need to know,
And yet you continue to ignore me.
I want to share more with you
And I want to share with you things that you should find interesting
And most of these things you may also find important.
I would like to have a conversation with you,
To where we both understand what's going on.
I will tell you everything you need to know.
As soon as you tell me what I need to know
And what exactly you're trying to accomplish
When you try to ignore me.
Hello, I am