I eat up your attention,
every morsel you dangle in front of my face.
Begging for more,
notice me.
This matters,
right?
I fear the day when my words won't matter.
What am I without this?
This is all I know,
and yet am I even good at it?
How daunting is the thought that
the one thing that matters to you
doesn't matter the world.
Isn't that what we all fear?
Invisibility.
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