Apathy Poem by Justin Reamer

I am a victim of your apathy,
And you know it is true,
For I know what pain feels like,
And it is hard to believe
That it can possibly be real.

Whenever I approach you,
You pretend that I do not exist,
And whenever I try to talk to you,
All you do is shrug your shoulders,
Nodding all the way.

Truth is that I love you so,
And yes, love you, I did,
But your heart,
I know not,
Why you are so cursed
And hateful inside.

Your apathy is painful,
For it sticks an arrow in my heart,
As if hatred and abhorrence put it there,
And aggression was the intention,
But clearly ‘twas not,
For there were other reasons besides that.

The reason for this pain is your apathy,
For your indifference
And your nonchalance and negligence
Are the reasons I suffer so.
You are not painstakingly evil
Or hard to be around,
Nor are you the worst person
In the world;
The truth is that you have
No conscience,
Or you are oblivious to the world around you,
For you do not seem to see
The pain you cause those who love you.

I love you, my dear,
But your apathy has harmed me,
And it has harmed me to the point
That I have almost surrendered,
And that giving up will
Be the only liable option,
Since quitting has been circumspect
With someone like you,
Whereas I have received abhorrence
From so many other people who were like you,
Yet they are not you at all.