Instead of a hug, I get a shoulder brushing by me, not sparing me a glance.
Instead of a smile I get a grimace, just acknowledging my presence.
Instead of being asked my opinion, I get asked to hold a door.
Instead of begging me to stay, I get a quick, "See ya later."
Instead of a day full of talking and laughing, I get to sit in my room. Alone.
Instead of the best of the best, I get the forgotten leftovers.
Instead of having millions of friends I can talk to about my problems and heartache, I have no one. Except for God.

I am tired of being forgotten.