Sometimes it seems that no one listens to what I have to say. I'm not well understood, interrupted, muted. Maybe it's all in my head, but it makes me wonder some times what is it about me that makes it so easy to ignored. Not unless I'm angry. Then sure everyone sees me then. But when I'm calm, I might as well be partof the wall for all that anyone cares. I don't know. It would be wonderful to be heard once in a while. My opinion matters, right? Otherwise, what's the point for me to talk in the first place.
Christ, I wish I belonged somewhere. I wish I belonged to someone. I have no homecountry. No language. No face. No mind. An uprooted flower and my petals are scattered in the foreign land where I will never belong. My homeland has closed its gates on me. Why all this abuse?