Distraction

Am I just a distraction? Some thing to amuse?

Some thing that you can play with? Some thing to use?

My illusions of value, are just that, I fear

that you make me feel important when I am near

But the moment my name leaves from your view

do I even remain in existence to you?

I have to wonder, if there is any pride

To this feeling you claim, to harbor inside

Or do you hide the way you say you feel

And I am right in wondering if it is real

*~Cantadora~*