Pity

No one bothers

to listen to me anymore

I am not that same person

that they use to adore.

Now they all look at me

with pity in their eyes,

embarrassed by having

to witness my demise.

It would be easier on them

if I kept to the shadows.

Then in the darkness

my thoughts I could compose,

so that when they read them

they might understand

that I had to do something

that wasn’t planned.