Who am I to dare think that I can make a difference?
How big is my ego to think that anyone will listen?
Why should you pay attention to me?
Are we not all speaking at once?
So, who is to hear me when I wail and scream?
Why do I try to get through to you?
When 100 million voices are all speaking at once.
Listen to me. Hear Me! Hey! Over here!
I am just one among millions clamoring to be heard.
I throw myself into the fray hoping to rise above it.
Why can I not be that lone one that is heard above all?
Have I not something important to say?
What is stopping me from making the world a better place?
There is something that I lack, though I know not what it is.
I have the passion. I have the spirit. I have the drive.
And yet, I do not have what it takes.
I am impotent. I am forgotten. I am not heard.
Even though I scream, my voice is silent.
You do not hear me. I talk to myself.
No, I should not continue trying.
What would be the point?
Shelby I. Courtland 2013