Feeling unimportant,

Somewhat unloved,

And wondering to myself

What's causing this state.

Perhaps it's my binding

My identity and self-worth

In relation to those I love

That affects things this way.

'Cause those I love most have

A tendency to take for granted,

And are often comfortable to

Not take into account my feelings.

I don't believe that they mean ill,

They're just used to me being there,

And me always making concessions,

So I guess it's become invisible.

Little attention is given to me,

And it makes me wonder,

Maybe I've done something wrong

To find myself in this position.

Something's off, that's for sure,

But I can't figure it out clearly.

All I've ever done is love them,

Seems it's not a feeling they share.

I don't know.