"Do I exist?"

If I don't feel valued in your arms, I'm not willing to be in your arms...

I can't expect a stand-offish to recognize my efforts in life though I love him...

From the time you took my hand in yours and walked me through my troubles...

Until the point that I stood in front of you, asking, "Do I exist?"

You simply saw me as a responsibility to love, not as a love...

You pushed me away, hurt me, broke my heart, and tore my heart apart and I'm standing in front of you, acting as if you're the best thing that's ever happened to me...

I used to regard you as if you were the reason for my life, but now I'm asking you, "Do I exist?"

I was ignored when I sat there doing nothing... I was ignored when I sat there conversing with you...

When will I be acknowledged and no longer have to wonder, "Do I exist?"

Is it Poison that's taken over my heart?

On the one hand, it makes me joyful, but on the other side, it is slowly killing me...

It had, after all, begun to engulf me...

What happens when I'm entirely absorbed?

"Do I exist?"...

It's so ironic that the one who named me a butterfly is now removing my wings...

Why are you forcing me to do this?

"Do I exist?" is all I can think of right now.

And now, after an interminable voyage towards "myself,"

I've thrown away my sorrows "myself."

I assembled my shattered parts "on my own"...

"Myself" has taken notice of me...

I conquered the poison "myself"...

I soar across the world untethered "myself"...

YES! I DID EXIST!

Yes! I am self-sufficient...

And every other individual who has been incarcerated in the name of love must be as well...

What more would one require to be pleased?

"Me" is sufficient.