Singularly redundant

I come back
everyday
To the same old
I look around always
Feel the stale cold
I understand
I see
There is nothing
except me
And if I flinch
Hold back
What I know
Will spin back
And floor me

I look to you
For support
But you fail
I look at them
for some sport
But they yell
I wonder
I stand
I don’t budge
Till they come
stare
and move along.

I want to be someone
Who gives a @#$%
But they won’t notice
Won’t care
Won’t believe
The genuineness of it all
For they only see
What they grasp
They only know
What they’ve been told
And they fail
To respond

Appropriately.