We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Am I Someone?

One day I'll be someone important to someone else.
Someone, someone would drop everything to comfort at the slightest formation of a quiver, the slightest twinkle of a tear, the briefest slouch of their shoulder...
My shoulders.
Maybe I will never be someone, someone would notice to drop everything to go to.
I'm someone, someone would rather clean a toilet than talk with me. Comfort me. Catch my tears.
Crying out loud doesn't make a difference.
There's no point in screaming when your cries fall deaf to hearing ears.
You cry... but my cry isn't what you're listening for.
Because I'm not someone, someone drops everything for.