Ignored

The worst thing in the world 
Is not when people don’t like you, 
Disagree with what you say, 
Or even laugh at you, 
But to be ignored. 
Being ignored means 
You’re too rare to be understood, 
Too awkward to feel comfortable, 
And too lonely to care. 
I used to care, and I let it destroy me. 
I wanted so much to be a part 
Of what was happening, 
Or at least to be thought of as someone 
Too original to have many friends, 
That I lost sight of who I really was: 
A loner, awkward and ignored. 
Even the people closest to me 
Make new friends and drift away, 
Disturbed by my intensity, 
Unsettled by my insight. 
The blasted windmills of time 
Repeat the same story and offer new chances. 
I watch them from a distance, 
Knowing I can’t change, 
Because even the most flexible people 
Have things about them 
That are too innate to cast off. 
The peaks and valleys of life 
Leave me wondering 
If things will ever be consistent, 
Like the way I am, 
Alone and Ignored.