You were right
When you said
That I didn't matter
Quite that much
Who am I to think
That you would be
Thinking of me
What foolishness says
That I would be missed
What a haughty heart
That assumes it is needed
So I thank you
My dear
For setting me straight
And correcting my path
Can I be happier now
That I know the truth
Can I finally find peace
With my own
Inconsequentiality
Thanks to you
I now have that chance
That opportunity to be
Nothing more than I ought
Nothing more
Than what was meant
For me.