Apathy
It could be worse
my problems are hardly there
she has it worse
her parents are divorced
and no one will talk to her
he is slowly losing his hair
thinner by the day
maybe he will live through the month to
his eighth birthday
My depression is nothing
tantamount to the mountain out of
a molehill
in a society defined out of mountains
obstacles to climb
competing for attention
no one cares about anyone
else’s problems.
Apathy is slowly and surely replacing
our empathy
and yet no one sees that people’s problems
are more than farcical
attempts to draw attention
that between the bad and the worse
some people still have it rough
that even if you personally aren’t suffering enough
you still hurt
Blowing off our hurt in exchange for our pride
doing the same to everyone else
‘cause if they can’t see us
then we surely don’t
want to see them
empathy given that isn’t returned
is something for the price of nothing that
maybe could make
the world a better place
a better person
Exchange our apathy for some empathy
start to heal ourselves
for maybe we only need someone to see
that maybe we aren’t so bad
Copyright © Quin Getty | Year Posted 2015
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