Insignificant Feature Poem by Elliott Gilbert

It is the little things in life.
It is what never truly matters.
It is the dust in the corner.
It is the skip in the disk.
It is what gets us worked up,
to bad none of it really matters.

Everything we find an issue,
everything that makes our stomache clench.
Creates bigger problems in the end.
Why must we open our mouths,
and ignite the match of insecurity.

Jealousy is not worth its weight in gold.
It is not worth the gut wrenching silence.
It is the wasted emotion we have been given.
It goes hand and hand with love.
Love, should not be wasted though.
You must hold onto what love you have been given.
Love may be what causes what one may call jealousy.

But if you let love stand before it,
than whatever is the bother does not matter.
Realize the little things are bothers because of love.
Do not let yourself lose sight of what is really important.

For living in happiness is by far easier
than digging for the meanings behind nothing.
Love who you are and love who you can be.
For love is more important
than what your imagination could see.