Be my saving grace?

Sometimes I wish that I was born in
The time when men came calling.
            Or in the time where love wasn't hard to find.
Or when everyone was important,
            And loved,
                  And needed.
Where I could be loved,
         Needed,
              important.

Why do I feel so..
So broken?
So broken inside???

How can I be so IMPORTANT
Yet still be *invisible…

I
Don't
Have
Any,

But I am a good actress.

I am a hypocrite.
Sometimes I think that if I teach others,
The very words that I have heard,
That they will click in my brain...
Sadly that hasn't happened yet.

Happy Thanksgiving,
To those who read my poems
And to you, who I've never met face to face.
You simply read and inspire me.
Here on hellopoetry,
I give thanks.