In a singularity I sit
Nothing comes in or escapes
Yet no one seems to notice
Yet no one seems to care
Screaming unheard
Frantically seeking someone
Arms waving, looking and seeking
Just wanted to be a part of the world
All around people just ignore me
People look but do not see
me in my singularity
Wanting to be a part
Wanting to participate
And when I do
It is all but ignored
Do things matter?
Does anything make a difference?
Am I merely an invisible thing to be used?
Sitting in a box waiting for my chance
My pleas all dismissed as unimportant
Sometimes I must wonder if it is worth it
Am I nothing?
Am I a thing to be ignored?
Or am I a person?
A person who wants to be a part of life
A person who wants to participate
A person who tries to participate
A person sitting in a singularity from which
Nothing can escape
