Weary

I've grown weary, and that apparently makes me angry. Perhaps it is that I am frustrated beyond all that I can manage, and still stay my calm lil self-possessed self. No one sees me. I grew weary of being unseen. I don't want attention, I want a sign. Give me a sign. Any will do. A bit if acknowledgement that I walk this world with you.

I once thought all that was needed to be done was dream, but I grew weary, of feeling so unwise.