But No One Wants To Listen.Constantly.
I am interupted and ignored constantly.
Every day I hope for someone to listen, to actually listen, to me.
There has always been at least one person to tell me that I'm wrong.
One person to tell me that the way I feel is wrong and that what I say is wrong.
In a group of friends, I'll talk and then within seconds someone will speak over me.
My story is then irrelevant.
My words are nothing.
My feelings don't matter.
I have no worthy opinion on subjects that an idiot like me can't understand.
Why should I be hurt? I've got no reason.
After all, I'm not an important person.
I'm the one that they forget and it's ok.
Because my feelings, my opinions, my whole being, does not matter.