"Moment Of Silence" - Written 03/04/08

Strange, isn't it?
Other people ignore me all the time.
Other people feel no obligation to talk to me,
And I don't feel the slightest bit upset.
The silence I spend those days in,
Wandering through bustling streets,
Filled with people who don't know me,
Who don't care how I feel,
Is somehow pleasant, and calming.
I never once hear my name called aloud,
My only speech a simple "please" or "thanks",
The only care recieved is change, in stores.
I demand nothing from these people,
Who, from me, are demanding even less.
These are people I have no loyalty to,
People I would happily testify against.
So why is it that I feel betrayed, upset?
Why do I hear my sobs in silent days?
Why do I feel you owe me more than they do,
When if anything, you should owe me less?

Just because you told me that you loved me,
Why must I feel that showing it is your duty?