Poem: People Write to Me

People write to me,
to tell me they care,
then, having written,
feel better.

For that is the amount,
of effort,
I'm worth,
a letter,
to tell me they care.

These letters,
they seem,
to help,
for a moment.
Then later,
they leave me,
for worse.

For all of the people,
who tell me,
they care,
not one,
will move off,
of their butt.

I am alone,
amidst all these fakers,
though surely,
they believe,
their own lies.

Though I'd like,
to scream,
at their faces,
"More actions, less words!"
I will not.

Their attempts,
though so feeble,
are all,
that I have,
and to lose them,
would leave me,
with naught.

So the next time I get,
a letter from one,
whose pretending,
their best,
to care.

I pray,
to my maker,
I find then the strength,
to leave it,
unanswered,
that's fair.