Ignored

Deep in thought, Not really there.
I wonder why people don't care.
Wondering why they just stop and stare.
Sometimes I think it isn't fair.
They Look at me like some kind of freak,
Every time I go to speak.
They love to chat, they love to glisten,
but when it comes to me they just don't listen.
like I"m a ghost, like I'm the wind,
They ignore me like I was sinned.

~sweetydusty

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