Being looked at as
Expendable.
A budget that can get
Cut
If the funds get too
Tight.
Being watched.
Like every move you make
Might turn out to be
Like your mother's.
Being listened to
As if someone can find the secret
To happiness
In the clipped off notes of the thing you call a laugh
Being heard.
Like a china doll telling war stories.
Pointing out every chip in the paint like there wasn't a single chip that you look at fondly.
Being looked at like a shard of glass in a room full of diamonds.
Breakable, and not worth keeping.
That is what it feels like.
It is the seeping.
Suffocating
Suffering.
The crown of thorns
As if every word you say might be another bible verse
But you still get crucified.
In the end.
Being broken. Makes you easier to throw away.