They don't take me seriously because I'm a girl.

They don't take me seriously because I'm a bit overweight.

They don't take me seriously because I'm not...attractive in the right ways.

They don't take me seriously because I study the little, seemingly pointless, details.

They don't take me seriously because my hair is now dyed.

They don't take me seriously because I'm oblivious to what is "hip" today.  Or something.

They don't take me seriously because I don't dress like a "normal" girl.

They don't take me seriously because of my voice.  My speech impediment.

They don't take me seriously because I have "strange" interests.

They don't take me seriously because I'm "too smart for my own good."

They don't take me seriously because they think I'm both too logical and too...jokey.

They don't take me seriously because I talk too much, making them tune out even when I'm saying something important.

They don't take me seriously because I say things.  Things...during my no-medicine times.

They don't take me seriously because I still enjoy "kid" shows and "kid" games.

They don't take me seriously because they know I'm a loner.

They don't take me seriously because I pity myself.

I hate it.  I hate pitying myself.  But in this world today...?

I've thrown pearls before swine, as my dad likes to frequently tell me.

I want...to sing.  I want to have a speaking part for the pop choir.

I want to be in a play.

I want to be an actress.

But I have a speech impediment, making both my singing and my speaking less valued.

There are better actors than me, no matter how good I feel about an audition.

...There will be better actors than me, making the actress job a very-probable dead-end....

Why am I unwanted...?

Why am I looked down upon...?

Why do people hate me just by looking at me...?

Why won't the authorities take me seriously...?

...Why am I me?