Ever think
About those you ignore?
Not active emotion
Because you don't know them
Enough
To care
A person on the street
Could just as easily be
A chip of the brick
They huddle against
Or a part of the desk
They sit at
Or
A stain in the sheets
Of your bed
That you don't notice
How they long to be hated
It means you know they exist
What they would give
To be spurned
Slapped
Yelled at
Used
How happy
To be a whipped pup
Called imperfect
Even if they're just right
Because it is much greater
Than being
Unwanted.