Disparaged

Sometimes I feel forgotten, discarded, disregarded.
Like I'm a bump on a couch, or on a chair.
Like I'm simply not there. Thin air.
Like no one really notices or really cares.
Like what I do amounts to nothing.
I say something and all I get are blank stares.
I am superseded by all--the TV, a text, a game.
I almost forget I even have a name.
Favors are asked of me, but that is all.
Can you do this? Will you do that?
Something is wanted in each text or call.
I nod and say yes to each one that asks.
Even if I do not want to accept the tasks.
My lot in life is to give all I have,
While very few realize I am more than that.
I am not just a bump; I not only take up air.
I am a person, a human, not just something on a chair.


I know it's not true. I just REALLY need to make some friends over here...and I think the pregnancy hormones are getting to me tonight...