Matter

I used to think I mattered. Silly thought.
I certainly am matter, and I know
In certain contexts I am, like as not,
Considered as "a matter." Being so
Might I not say I matter? Yet to be
The simple answer to the question "What's
The matter" cannot be enough for me.
I want to matter, no ifs, ands, or buts,
But that kind fate I cannot entertain;
It's obvious enough, indeed, too plain,
That I am but a nothing to you all.
And if a nothing, then it follows next
That I, although I might have you perplexed,
Cannot be said to matter. So I fall.