just enough to hear you whispering.

You know you have nothing to say. But everyone listens anyway.
Nothing worth remembering is coming out of your mouth.
Everything you say isn't something to live by. Your words are not your teachings.
But you clear your throat and you're still talking to ears that will never block you out.

You figure this is the closest you've come to being adored. You're convinced you did it all without trying.
The real question is, what were you doing? Are these people just cases? Just flukes? Just accidents to your apathy? Just victims to your cause?
Guilty isn't the right word for it. Neither is apologetic.
You clear your throat again, just to hear them adjust to you.