I feel like I’m always just ignored. Pushed to the back. Forgotten. Maybe I don’t try to be seen sometimes. But it would be nice, to have someone acknowledge me once in a while. I have great friends, and a great family. But with my friends I always feel like my problems are small and nothing. I don’t need to be heard. I never want to sound desperate. But it hurts sometimes. So I just let the pushing happen and begin to even push myself. Sometimes I push myself so far back that I forget who I am. Forget what was wrong. Forget it all. Until one day it all comes spilling over. Until one night I cry over stupid things. Until one night I yell. Yell at someone who doesn’t deserve it. Until one night I feel so alone its unbearable...But I never understand how the next moment, I’m okay. The tears are gone. My problems feel lighter...I’m lying saying this always happens, because it doesn’t. Because I do have people I can talk to. And it’s not like! I have the worst problems in the world. But it’s just nice to be heard. Nice to be cared about. But I know I’m not always on someones mind. And I know, they would rather talk about themselves, then hear the weird silly things I always have to say. I do have thoughts inside this brain of mine. I do have words to share. I just wish more people would stop and wonder what they were.