Who am I to argue?

Some days I feel insignificant and it’s a feeling that I cannot shake.

I feel insignificant like the empty pages at the end of a novel

or the fringe of a scarf that serves no purpose.

I feel unwanted like an email forward

or advertisements you hear on tv.

I feel undesirable like dust that gathers on furniture

or belt holes that do not serve its owner’s figure.

I feel unnecessary like warnings on hot to-go cups

and beach fronts in cold climates.

I know I don’t belong here,

but I don’t know where else to go.

I wish I knew how to shake this feeling,

but there’s a part of me that thinks I have no choice.

Who am I to argue?