Talk over me
Interrupt when I speak
You don't realize that I have things that you might need to know.
Step on my toes
Its not me that doesn't know
Play stupid
A quiet soul doesn't mean fire doesn't burn
I see more than anyone else in the room
I have value you choose not to know
Sick of trying to fight for a place
You're rude straight to my face
Scorn isn't just a blow up
Sometimes it's a glow up
Others a quiet simmering anger that eventually explodes
I wish you are blessed and eventually see my stress