What did I do?
What did I say?
How did I act?
What made you think
That my feelings were unimportant
That you could walk all over me
That you could ignore me
And that I wouldn't mind?
It doesn't have to be much
A nod, a wave, a word
Something to make me feel I matter
That I am more than a speck of dirt on your shoe
But as it stands
I am a grain of sand in the Sahara
Nothing of consequence
Nothing that matters
But what did I do?
To make you think of me that way?
Am I that self-deprecating?
Did I allow you to treat me this way?
But I am not allowed to be angry
Without being made to feel silly
So I hold it in
I put on a brave front
While the question resounds in my mind:
What did I do?
Written on January 20th, 2001