No Reverse Poem by Paula M. Puddephatt

And even now - I can't believe it,
but the potential's there -
that someone else could get inside my mind,
and make me care.

It's lonely work to always be
the one who gives a damn -
the one whom they reject - eject.
So, do they think I am

unbreakable? Or just entirely worthless?
I cannot tell -
but people take me for a fool,
and make my life pure hell.

I give my all, for what that's worth -
but caring too much is a curse.
It will destroy me in the end:
Start - stop - fast forward - no reverse.