Smile.

Do you care?
Do you listen?
Is his voice too faint?
Have you heard him at all?
This ends.
It must.
The curse must stop.
Some will be loved.
Others hated.
But most,
Most will be neglected.
That dreaded middle state.
These soldiers are never called.
Their time never comes.

At times,
it's hard to smile.
To smile for the ones who never love.
The ones who think that they do.
People like me.
Love is given.
It isn't asked for.
It isn't demanded.
I wish I could live,
live out all of these nice sayings.
Selfishness is my name.

Odd, I'm smiling.