Unheard and Just There.

In the oversized room, with family amongst me.

Everyone chattering with one another about whats going on there life.

My granmother comes up to me with excitement... begging me to take a picture of her and her alone.

My father yells at me from a far, to go get him his cigarettes from the car... I go rushing.

My mother walks by me in her sitiletto heels, with a face colder then ice, not a word was spoken my way.

I am not a person or a somebody to my family, I am unheard and just there waiting...