Did I Rise a Shade this Morning?

Oh, but it breaks my heart. It took me so long to pluck up the courage to reach out. I guess no one noticed. So many voices. Shouting, whispering, laughing - spewing - all so much more interesting-challenging-authoritative than I.
Still. Here I am. Waving in your faces. Again. How rude for none of you to at least have acknowledged that I’m here.
Did I die in my sleep and rise a shade this morning? If I look in a mirror will I see myself, or just an absence?
It takes energy to keep on waving, to keep on over the strident-ness, the love-fest, the blah-blah-blah. Makes me sweat and shiver, as I begin to wonder and turn it over, just how it got to this point – where your so called inclusiveness excludes one such as I.