Sick of being ignored.
People's eyes sliding right past me
like I never existed.
Even my friends forget
that sometimes
just sometimes
I need people to listen to me too.
They ignore and neglect
when I ask to speak.
Only want me to listen
not to speak.
Forget that I have problems too.
But,
I'm used to it.
It's nothing new.
I'll be okay,
I'll forgive
even though you won't listen
long enough
to hear this poem.
Heart of Ice Die Die Die
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