i am not sure
which fact is sadder,
that I am told that
“i matter”, when
in reality
i clearly don’t;
or that you claim
an inclusive scope,
while viewing my brain
as anti-matter.
do i matter, when—
in your eyes—
i’ll never be
more than
past addictions,
present medications,
false perceptions
of me?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 6,2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some of you already heard this when I soft-released it here and shared the lyrics back in October 2025. Necromancy Sublime is now officially out and available on all major (and most minor) streaming platforms. This is part of Dark Alchemy, my forthcoming album under the project name TragicLife. Listen wherever you stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/1hq7j8OZjye2P3zATczSWT?si=76c3f8a716e64ce3
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Deep and heavy while at the same time moving and emotive.
Nice write!
Katie B.
Katie, I appreciate this more than I can easily say. You recognized both the heaviness and the movement, which tells me the poem communicated honestly. Thanks for taking the time to engage with it so openly, my friend. 🪞🖤🧠🙏
Absolutely
Well said. Your poem explores themes of alienation, self-worth, and the struggle for acceptance in a society that often marginalizes individuals based on their mental health or past experiences. The poet grapples with feelings of insignificance and the disconnect between external affirmations of worth (“I matter”) and internalized perceptions of being viewed as less than whole or valuable.
Dearest Friendship, this is a thoughtful and grounded reading. You saw the alienation, the struggle for acceptance, and the quiet damage of being viewed through labels instead of humanity. That recognition tells me the poem spoke honestly. I’m grateful for you, my friend. 🪞🖤🧠🙏
Clever and well worded this poem holds the themes of how much one is worth in the eyes of others or maybe even self given perceptions that are external and from the eyes of someone else. The woven message reads like a piece of patterned cloth wo nicely done. A fave
Soren, my dear friend, this is a generous and perceptive reading. You saw how external judgment and internal belief intertwine, and you named the poem’s structure as something lived-in rather than decorative. I’m grateful for your words and your presence with this piece. 🪞🖤🧠🙏
Yes, to be gloomy, we're just a mix of chemicals, water, and 'stuff'. Well, we wish that's all a certain glugger was made of. What 'chemicals' is he made of? Don't answer that, of course! lol.
Orchi, I appreciate this more than you know. Even wrapped in humor, there’s a seriousness here that tells me the weight of the poem landed. And yes…Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus was absolutely inevitable. 🤣 🪞🖤🧠🙏
This is very beautiful and it rings so true. I often wonder if I actually matter or how others can think I do. Totally feel the overthinking in this and self-hatred for the mistakes of the past. Thank you for writing!
🥷, thank you for this. Knowing it rang true for you tells me the poem reached the place it was written from. That shared recognition means a great deal. Honestly, you always do find your way right to “me”: it’s good to be seen, dear friend. And I see you too! 👀🪞🖤🧠🙏
Thanks!
I detest advice dispensed in poetic form to others, Tristan. However here in commentary mode I must advise that I forbid you to let your own feelings of self worth be controlled by others' perceptions of you... (apologies - won't happen again!)😊
Dave, thank you for the honesty…and for the care wrapped inside it. No apologies needed. I don’t hear advice so much as solidarity, and that’s how I receive it. The poem names a struggle, not a surrender, and I appreciate you engaging with it so thoughtfully, my friend. And…Amen! If I ever start to, I will remember your words! 🪞🖤🧠🙏
Great read, so much to unpack with this one, I really felt it.
Thank you, Shaun! Much appreciated, my friend! 🪞🖤🧠🙏
P and Co say only one thing matters to them. What is it? Don't answer that! lol. What with Ol' Tom knitting and Obi waving his sabre (ooh!), what next?!
🤣 Glug glug glug gluigger glugging glug glu....oops. You said DON'T answer that. 😳 My bad! LOL!
The answer was disguised by all that glugging! lol. Or that IS the answer?! lol.
There is a stark message here. When all along you thought you mattered, but in reality you were only a number, disposable to be replaced with someone else who doesn't matter either. A bit like the Fleetwood Mac song. Players only love you when they're playing.
Mind you, I would gladly get replaced in January.
Ain't that the truth! True story. As for January, I would gladly replace January with say...May or June? 🤣 Thanks, Paul. I truly appreciate your time and your engagement, my friend! 🪞🖤🧠🙏
this comes straight from the heart - and I sincerely hope the response is honest and liberating....
Indeed, it does and I appreciate you for seeing that, Safina! I hope so too! Much appreciated, my dear friend!
always welcome - take care - have a beautiful weekend, and a great year ahead
You too!
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