Exist
It's when you want/
To pretend I don't exist/
That I have to prove I do/
So, I guess I need to/
Take your lead in this dance/
And realize while I/
Clearly see you there/
You don't exist either/
But the irony of all this/
If you say I don't exist/
You would rather I be dead/
I still exist to those that matter/
Do I still exist to you/
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2023
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