Everyone I've brushed by,
Everyone I've hurt doesn't know.

Existence.
Luck.
Ego.

I'm going to pray that you all
Don't notice me.

Too much.
Why am I here?
Did you feel it when I left?
Did you miss it when I came back?

My presence
Demeaning,
I can't put away rock music.
I can't leave my uncanny ability
To ruin things.

So...
Ignore me.