Asking for your empathy

Why is it that everytime

I try to say something

I can't convey it well?

The glances they share,

uncomfortable laughter

the change in topic

unanimously agreed upon

by everyone in the peanut gallery

A sight all too familiar

If only I could convey my raw feelings

Make them feel

What I do

Then they'd know

that I'm genuine

Not just a label

Not in a passing phase

Then they'd understand.

If only.