Why I feel so left out

Why do I feel like,
the little kid, who's in the corner,
shrugging his shoulders, letting his tears burst out,
while you're all laughing at some "inside" joke?

When I chose to fold inside myself,
you didn't notice,
neither did you,
or you,
or you.

When I try to talk,
you keep on going,
and so do you,
you, you, and you.

When I cry out,
for no reason at all,
you just watch me,
finally noticing,
but never really knowing.