I started a sentence,
I was interrupted.
I started another,
I was interrupted once more.
Again and again,
This happened to me.
Again and again and again.
I start a story.
Press pause.
Someone has something to add.
I try to finish the story.
Press pause once more.
Someone didn't finish their train of thought.
Oh here is a question I'm asked,
I start to answer.
Do you want to take a guess?
Someone wants to correct a date or name
Or add a detail which turns into an anecdote.
I hide in a room, or a closet.
I'm seeked out.
"Where is that girl?
She always runs away when I need help."
Mom says.
I hear.
I don't appear.
I know I disappoint her.
I know I do.
But sometimes she disappoints me too.
She asks me about my trip,
I start to tell,
Then she asks me a question
And gets distracted while I answer.
The story is unfinished,
Her answer she never got,
But that's okay,
Because she never really cared that much.
"Are you working tonight?" I ask my dad
He ignores me for 2 minutes,
then asks "what?"
He waits for me to repeat myself.
I don't.
I say instead "forget it."
And then he gets annoyed
That I won't repeat myself
a fourth or fifth time.
What's wrong with me?
Am I invisible?
Do I not speak loud enough?
Am I boring?
Am I saying something stupid?
Am I stupid?
"Why're you always so quiet?"
"Why don't you have any friends?"
"Why are you being so lazy and not getting out of bed?"
I'm done with it all.
I don't want to talk.
No one will listen anyways.
I doubt they'd even notice
if I don't talk for a day.
I doubt they'd notice
I stopped talking.
