Constant

I'll be your most hated;
Least loved, second best.
I'll be the forgotten;
The stable, the constant.
I'll pretend to be a happy;
A smile on my face.
And one day I'll disappear-
I hope you don't notice.
Because if you notice,
You'll pretend that you care,
But your sympathy is nothing;
Your words aren't enough;
I don't need your compassion.
Your bias? It sickens me.
But I'll stop now,
Before I go one step too far.

Nyamedo