To understand the ignore.

Being ignored is fun sometimes but only after a while.

It's rude of course but once understood accept the blank with style.

The way I see it, a repulsive tactic to push away unwanted. 

The thing with me it works you see but I persist as I can sort it.

The people who do it make the excuse that you they didn't hear.

The reason they say is accepted for fun, you now sense their fear.

The fun for me the artificial claim, the dancing between the notes.

Observation of detail means I prevail in removing protective coats. 

Once all undone and I open the door that hurt and still do.

I see wide and clear sad notes of fear that tried to destroy you.

My power restored and self worth adored I know I have a choice.

Given knowledge an unveiling of truth, new balance in my voice.

Ignored again so I undertake to pen this unworthy encounter.

The poem I write is actually shite so ignore, stop reading, I continue to doubt her.