The Soil Is Poetry And So Are You

Unseen, Unheard, Unwanted

I've been patiently waiting for someone to see me
For what I am
But do you even realize I'm here?
That I'm walking among you?
That I exist?
What am I to you?
What do I mean to you?
Am I just another person for you to toy with?
You shoot your words at me
"Aim for the heart" they say
"Make sure you don't miss."
You continuously hurt me but you don't care
I don't recognize the person you are anymore
I wish you'd help me but you appear to only hurt me
So I go;
Unseen
Unheard
Unwanted
And a heavy sadness fills my soul