Noticed

Time and time again I notice a recurring theme
One where I'm last to be picked on a team
Glossing me over and being unconditionally mean
Stepping on me to ruin my self-esteem

It's not some kind of game you can play
I'd fight you and beat you and win any day
Yet you continue to make me feel like prey
And have the audacity to ask, "are you okay"

Yes I'm weird, annoying, and loud
Those are the things that make me proud
It's not okay to put me down because I speak aloud
It hurts to be ignored and pushed away from the crowd