People don't listen when I talk to them. Their eyes, always looking for someone else. Their arms, always limp and at their sides. Their ears, always tired from listening. Their breaths, exasperated sighs. So I stopped talking. Nobody really noticed. I watched from afar. I always wanted to be a part of the group, but I had no place at their table. I was always alone. No one came to talk to me, look at me, acknowledge me. I was nothing.