Unimportant

The generalities you say.
We all know that, we all experience that.
When he doesnt ask if you are ok, after you have cut your self and screamed out about it.

When every time you meet you quietly sit and listen to the myriad of stories and opinions they are allowed to hold.
When the gas pedal is always far to the front.
Its like you are unimportant and sometimes nonexistant
you could just be some voice mail device for the self absorbed.

Every story is interrupted.
Its like your job no longer exist, your essense your personality
ignored, unimportant.
Its quite humbling actually when you look forwad to buying the cigarettes so that the clerk at the gas station smiles and tells you to have nice day.
You genuinely wish it back though the message was soully her perfunctory act.
Its like finding love in candy wrapper jokes or unsettling fortune cookies.

When you realize its time to let go of people who cant see beyond their smoky mirror in front of their face..
They gigle and laugh and tell stories about them selves to the delighted mirror head.

I have started to grow a tree branch out of my head.
The mirrorfaces cant even see it...
Sometimes its covered in nest and debris.
they are still....neglecting seeing anything outside their round orbs.

Unimportant tree head.