<font color=darkviolet>Don’t mistake me for a brat,
For I’m certainly not that.
But I do like people to pay attention,
When I have something I’d like to mention.
I don’t mind when I have to shout,
At the ones that I don’t care about.
But when the people I love don’t listen,
It can cause a tear to glisten.
I’ll say how it makes me feel,
But no one’s listening for real.
They might pay half a mind to me,
But it’s with someone else they’d rather be.
I’m used to it by now,
No longer feel that initial pow,
When the realization hits,
That I’m talking to mere half-wits.
They don’t care what I have to say,
So they don’t listen anyway.
And are my feelings ever implored?
No, ‘cause remember I’m ignored.