Disliked

Like finds like
And I drift
Unlike

Amid the toxic plasma of
My consciousness
Teteering on the edge of
My reality

It mocks at me
What have you gained when
You say you have gained
Yourself

Who are you
If you aren't loved
If you aren't seen
You don't exist
You don't arouse envy
Or inspire popularity

That seems to be my lot
A quiet mouse
That everyone knows
And ignores