There are moments when I feel unwelcome in my own home. I feel as if I don’t belong, and my family and friends feel sorry for me. They continue to stay silent. My voice echoes down the hallway. An endless choir, begging to be noticed, but it simply slips from their ears. I feel as if I’m as important as sand. Constantly stepped on, and washed away. There are moments when I am showed some value, but they quickly subside as fast as the ocean swallows me up again. There are no stars in my eyes, and there is nothing colorful about me. I am forgotten. Almost as if I am a tree that fell in the forest. It made a sound. Just no one was listening.