a person is a person

I am worth more I shout
But they do not seem to hear
It is as though I am behind a soundproof barrier

I am worth more I cry
But they do not seem to see the tears

Through it all I remember my dream about you
Who thought my tears too precious to waste
Who hung on my every word like a tightrope walker
Who swore to love and to protect
Till death do us part.

But then I remembered that you too
Were a dream.