Whoever Really Matters

And the people you know
with nothing to give,
nothing but a hit to keep going,
or a favor for a man with needs-

They all disappear.
Nothing,
nobody,
wasted time with wasted minds.
After all who needs potential
if it's going to be shot down
for the sake of everyone else who is so chronically insecure?

MTV/TGIF/Syndication,
STD/DVD/Alimony,
the kids you've never really wanted but told yourself different
just because,
well,
it's so much more comfortable being just exactly like everyone else.
All this and more can be yours!
Just sign your soul away on the dotted line
and I promise you'll never feel any more pain.

But the people who stay,
those you forget.
Old crushes you wish you slept with and tasted
while those people still lived a half-hour away
but instead you experimented with tri-sexual angst
with those whose words you tuned out
as if you had a mute button in your mind.

Everyone who really cares
comes on flooding back
like a flashback or deja vu.

Nourished by being a part of something
now I know
who is really there.
And I will never
ever
become so cold and distant.
I promise I will never have those psychic walls around me.