do they really care?

but because i stood there waiting for someone to notice me

waiting for someone to care and when they cared

waiting for them to understand and as they tried to understand

i still felt alone i still felt unloved

then they felt confused

then they looked at me like something that should on the news

because then they could change the channel

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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