UNOTICED BY YOU.
You see me ubiquitously, but I am not there.
I am no different from you, but yet, you perceive me as an annoying rodent or bug.
You give me the time; a second, when you decide think of how I am insufficient.
You give me grief when I hold my hand out to you; not for your money, but for a chance.
You mock me for the way I look; but still, you do not see me.
Life has thrown me a curve, but you still look out into left field.
You oppress me and my ways of thinking, yet you are not in my shoes.
You call me weak, but you just do not know how strong I am, for I am the one who puts his hand out for a chance and has to deal with your ridicule, spitefulness, and your arrogance.
You look through me, as if I am not there, but I served and still serve you and yours.
Do you really know me?
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