Are you listening to me I see you disassociate from our conversation Engaged with another Like they’re your salvation Are you seeing me You make me feel lamentable Like I’m too much or not enough Because you’ve deemed me as dispensable Do you hear your contradictions Holding me to higher standards than you alone Inconsistent with your actions Get off your self-appointed throne
I am alone in a crowded room
I see everyone, but I’m just another face
I hear their voices, but they all blur into one
I smell the odor of death in the air, surrounding me
I feel it in my bones that I won’t make it any longer
I think I’ve finally lost hope of being saved
I fear that I’m going to be forgotten
I wish it didn’t have to be this way
I believe my plans were much more than God had planned for myself
I am dying
Note: This was a school assignment based off of a photo from the Holocaust.