Why, There are So Many Untitled Poems I Do Not Want to Call This Untitled

I sit here in silence,
staring at the sky’s warm blue hue.
I sit here in silence,
wondering who might be staring at this same s-c-i-g-h-t too.

I breathe a deep breath
then I close my eyes.
I wonder who’s thinking of me and
I wonder why

Unimportant to the world
my tag declares.
Bumped in while walking in streets
blamed when faucets leak.
They turn off the lights
they say they didn’t see me there.
I think one day they’ll exchange me
for one cute teddy bear.

They bought me a dress 
when I turned seven.
It was pink, I wanted it violet.
They greeted me when I graduated,
but the card there says
“happy birthday!”
When I was at home
they complained about my being there.
When I go out,
they say,
“how dare you go out and play?”

i asked for a rose,
and said thank you in advance.
yes, i knew.
i wouldn’t get it.
i just thought thew’s a chance.
I carry my schoolbooks all by myself.
But when i bring home candies,
i share them with all the rest.

I sit here in silence,
wiping away my own tears.
I sit here in silence
and listen to wind’s breeze.
After a sec,
i put on my fake smile.
I see 3 birds staring at me
and i wonder why.