You're never going to understand

You're never going to understand. I mean, why would you understand? I'm the one who
instantly replies to your messages even if I'm tired. I'm the one who says, "I love you",
"good bye", "I miss you" and "I want to see you" all the time.
All the time!
I'm not asking for much. But you see, you don't understand. I am here and I want to be
noticed. I am here but it is I who you can't see, who you can't make eye contact, who
you can't be honest with and who you can't say I love you to. It's sad to hear that you
take time to like other people's posts but not mine. It's sad to hear that you're always
busy but I asked around. That's how I knew you were lying!
I'm not desperate but why can't you notice me? I'm very keen. I'm sharp. I spot things
quicker than expected and I can tell you're not interested in me at all.
Well, why should you be? Look at me! I'm not appealing. I don't have the charms. I'm
more of an introvert than an extrovert. I don't like parties. I like being at home and
watching movies.
So you basically think I'm boring. Is... is that it? Is that why you don't care about me? Is
that why you won't answer my phone calls? Is that why you're too busy for me?
You don't understand and you're never going to understand how awfully frustrating it is
to be in my shoes. I only want your attention. Even just half of it. But, as far as I am
concerned, I am not that interesting to you.
So why are you still here? Why do you suddenly disappear and out of the blue reappear
in front of me, in front of my face, in front of my boring, ugly face, acting like nothing
happened?
Gosh. I've never felt this way about anyone before. You said you care about me but you
don't. Who cuts someone off when you know that I needed you to listen? Who gets mad
quickly at every little thing I do? And it seems that every little thing I do is wrong and
pathetic and useless. It is pointless to matter since you don't care at all.
You don't want me. You don't need me. But when you want to talk to me, I still manage
to reply. I still manage to listen. You, on the other hand, you're different.
There's no equalization here. I'm always there for you. I support your decisions. I didn't
whine but now I am whining and I have every right to complain.
I feel as though you've used me and to think that you promised to love me. But now?
Ha! I doubt that.
You're never going to understand because you don't want to understand. You don't
care, nor will you ever care.
Do you hear me? You're never going to understan