I sit in my room
Waiting for eye contact
From the strangers who live in my house.
They pass me by
Without a single nod
Or expression.

I sometimes wonder
Why they keep me here.
I sometimes wonder
Why they continue to ignore
The fact that they have a daughter;
Not only a son.

I can't resort to religion
Simply because
These strangers tried to force
Me into believing a lie.
So, I stare at the ceiling
Remaining alone.

I just wish, that this life
Was simply a nightmare.
I wish this life
Was a headache draining my thoughts.
I wish this life
Never happened in the first place,
I doubt there would be much difference.
 
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