No one listens to you
You're the wind in the background
Just a wisp, there one second, gone the next
You're invisible to everyone
Just the backdrop of the play
They're all caught up in their own little world
In a bubble of words
You try to break through to them
But the walls are impenetrable
They talk about you like you're not there
Even when you're standing not 5 feet away
You're the wind in the background
The backdrop of the play
The thing no one ever hears
Though you're the loudest thing there
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