I wonder, if I stopped making an effort
Anyone would miss me
Would people even notice my absence
Do I only enter their conscious minds
When I stand in their line of sight
Easily replaced by other thoughts when not there
Am I convenient, at that moment
Quickly discarded when something or someone
Better comes along
Perhaps I overestimate my value
My worthiness to others
Suffering delusions of grandeur
I wonder, if I stopped making the effort
People would miss me
Would anyone notice my absence
