I Express Myself Through Writing

Sometimes I feel I am unheard even if I am screaming. It doesn’t matter if I’m not okay or physically ill. I’m a puppet to having no help at all. So I fight, I crawl but I hide it so no one sees I’m any weaker on the street .
I feel like a dog sometimes longing for basic things . It has always been this way . I get whatever I need myself. If I am not well. I get nothing.
But angry.