I'm sitting right next to you and you still don't notice me. I'm breathing, speaking, even being ridiculously loud and I still don't exist to you. Then I get your attention. You give me less than the time of day, something my enemies will give to me ten fold.
Then you move closer. A glimpse of hope in this miserable abyss. I'll try it now, surely she'll hear me now. So I try again, only to be ignored like a small child. I try louder using obscenities to catch you ear, surely such vulgarity will be heard. But as an owner to it's pet you ignore me again.
Finally I'm heard. Not by you, for you're surely better than me, but by another that hears me quiet well. She catches your ear and you turn to me as though I was a new addition to the room. Acknowledging my presence and giving me hope yet again. But yet you listen to my words as the deaf listen to the birds.
Am I of such little value that you hear my thoughts but care not of them?
