There is honesty and feeling in this and other poems of yours as well. I get the sense their is a real human being there. Funny how sometimes people around us don't seem to notice us until we start screaming from the roof tops. I sense some of that frustration in your poems. A person could conclude by so much apparent disinterest on the part of those around us that either he/she is crazy or the world is some bizzaro land where people aren't supposed to feel anything or, if they have the misfortune of having feelings, certainly should know that propriety dictates they keep them to themselves.