"This May Not Be Anthologized, But..."

I guess these silly rhymes of mine

Are the art of my invention

Do I write them for posterity?

Nah,

Mommy

I used to beg you for a hug
but you didn't have the time,
You'd shoo at me to go away
like it was such a crime.
So I would

They notice me now

They see how thin I am.

My hair brittle.

My nails splitting.

Now they know I am alive.

They didn't used

People pass by as if I'm invisible,

Not a kind word, not even a glance in my direction,

Racing by, too busy to notice, too