Loud or quiet,
All they hear
Are the stupid things I say.

Silent and shy
All they hear
Is the breathing of the invisible girl.

Transparent and small
All they see
Is a shadow following along.

When I speak or cry
They don’t hear a thing
Yet when stupidity is on display
They hear everything.

All I want
Is to be heard
To be understood.

Yet as each day passes
The likelihood begins to drop
And the unacknowledged pain creeps forth a little more.

Yet no one notices
The path of destruction
As it lays before me
Each and every day.