I'm tired of being ignored.

Of being laughed at and made fun of.

I'm a person, too, you know.


I don't like it when everyone points out my mistakes.

Or notices my flaws.

Because I'm a person, too, you know.


I am not a social butterfly, per say.

But I have feelings.

Because I'm a person, too, you know.


I hate it when I'm looked at like I'm a ghost or something.

I have a place on this Earth like anyone else.

I'm a person, too, you know.


I don't appreciate when I'm pushed around.

My skin bruises easily.

'Cause I'm a person, too, you know.


I get annoyed when no one answers my questions.

A shrug can mean yes or no.

I'm a person, too, you know.


I dislike it when my voice is silenced.

I have lungs that can shout to you for a reason.

I'm a person, too, you know.


I become aggravated when I'm picked last.

My talents are just as important as yours.

Remember, I'm a person, too, you know.


I can't believe it when I'm treated like the last page of a coloring book.

Black and white, waiting for color.

I'm not a book; I'm a person, too, you know.


I scour when people snicker at my reality.

They only know my life to be a dream.

Ha! I'm a person, too, you know.


I'm blue when I'm the sock with no match.

Because there's not a place in which I fit in this world.

Screw you; I'm a person, too, you know.


I'm upset when I have to deal with people like this.

People that ignore me for their own benefits.

Psh. I'm a person, too, you know.


I feel terrible when I know that it'll only get worse.

Nothing gets better in a black hole.

I'm a person, too, you know.