its not important by maddie dimarco

Important?

What does that mean?

Not this. Even I'm tired of my words.

My parents think my attitude is important

My teachers think my grades are important

My coaches think my skills are important

My mirror thinks my looks are important

My phone thinks my likes are important

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Are these important to me?

Food is important for my body. Water, shelter, sleep

School is important for my future. A house, a car, a college, a job

Learning is important for my brain. I collect facts and ideas and books and opinions

People are important for my heart. I collect laughter and memories and smiles and jokes

Important

Important

Important

                     

The more I say it, the more abstract it becomes

Am I me, or am I a collection of someone else’s desires?

How terrible has my rambling become?

Are you regretting clicking here?

Is that important?

Do I care?

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These conversations are important to me.

It’s the diary I never had

It's a one sided conversation for me to explore, even I never think about it ever again
Even if its not important to anyone at all

I think,

I write in my pretentious little format

You read,

You judge my insignificant little words

But you; my mystery reader

Are you important?

What's important to you?

Is it my words? Is it the sunshine or your english grade? Is it the next trip to the movies or the endless expansion of the universe?

As selfish as it sounds, I think I’m important to me

I’ve got to spend my whole life with me, I suppose

I've decided I don't know much about me
But maybe I’m important enough to know

As for you, my enigma behind a screen,

Have you answered my question?

Have we come to the same conclusion?

There’s a question mark hanging above your head.

Is it an important enough riddle to solve?