do i?

Tristan Robert Lange

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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  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 6th, 2026 09:16
  • 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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  • Katie B.

    Deep and heavy while at the same time moving and emotive.
    Nice write!

    Katie B.

  • Friendship

    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.

  • sorenbarrett

    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

  • orchidee

    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.



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