Venting

I speak, but no one listens.
At least, that's how it seems.
I repeat myself, in hopes to be heard,
They roll their eyes at me.
Since I can't speak, I try to listen,
Trying to stay in the loop.
When they notice me listening,
They're quieter, or tell me I'm not included.
I don't understand what I did wrong,
Resulting in being rejected.
I do what I'm told, no questions asked,
What more do they expect?
I put on a smile and bottle it up,
But I feel like I'm going to explode.
I'm crying inside, but taking deep breaths,
Hoping weakness doesnt show.
I feel like soda after it's dropped,
As you unscrew and rescrew the cap.
When you unscrew it all the bubbles rush to the top,
Then quickly rescrew it so it doesn't end bad.
Either way the soda gets poured,
Weather in small or large amounts.
At first the bubbles will still be there,
But in time they will die down.
Instead if drinking it and ensuring self pitty,
I poured it on paper and pen,
I feel a lot better, the bubbles are receding,
And the soda is coming to an end.