Ode to Being Ignored

Bumblebee in Mimosa Tree

I’ve been wondering as of late,

Why is it that my Social Media posts do not rate,

Nary a like or retweet, share or comment?

How I wish for a little acknowledgement.

Fortunately friends occasionally impart,

With a heart, or even a remark,

A few kind words sometimes left to be seen,

Yet even those seem to be few and far in between.

These feelings take me back to my high-school days,

Life was a drag while living in a daze,

Looking for acceptance amongst the gloom and haze,

The contempt I felt from most everyone’s disdain.

I go through periods of highs and lows,

Perhaps I’m schizophrenic; God only knows.

My moods tear me apart every now and then,

Will they ever stop? I wish I knew when.

Nobody knows you when you’re down and out,

Why is that? What’s that all about?

Is it me who is selfish, filled with all this self-doubt,

Or is it they who are continually running off their big mouths?

Everyone’s entitled to a sporadic meltdown,

So allow me to continue, and please don’t frown,

About my being so melancholy with tears of a clown,

Worrying my destination is certainly hell bound.

You probably say I always complain,

Or think I’m actually going insane.

Or perhaps you don’t even give a damn,

Thinking, why do I always have to be a ham?

Is it attention I seek?

Because of none I feel so bleak.

Am I worthless and dumb?

Might as well be a bum.

So far this poem has two hundred and sixty-four words.

Has any of my rantings up to now even been heard,

Read by someone who doesn’t think this is absurd,

Utter nonsense, poppycock, balderdash, for the birds?

Getting back to my original premise,

Are my offerings on here worse than a blemish,

A pimple, a scab, a lesion, something oh, so bad,

That not a simple mention makes me feel so sad?

A friend once said I should stop with all this self-pity,

Drink a cup of tea, which should work for me,

By adding some sugar to stop from being such a moaning bugger!

Great advice, made me want to hug her; too bad she lives across the sea.

Funny, as I am writing this,

Another friend on Facebook gave me a little bliss,

By commenting on a post made this afternoon,

About a bumblebee in a mimosa tree, with flowers in bloom.

See? It doesn’t take much to make me happy,

My mood has changed from being so sappy,

Wonderful sensations of pleasing self-worth,

Fill my aura, quenching my thirst.

Hoping someone will read these words of rhyme,

Understand my intermittent dilemma; won’t you please be so kind,

By taking a second from your day, just a little bit of time,

To say something constructive, go ahead, now it’s your dime?

This poetic rant and rave will now cease,

Five-hundred words have almost been reached;

Until the next time my insecurity doth raise,

I do promise to behave.

As always, thanks for stopping by and for your continued support.