who am i?

sometimes i feel like a stranger in my household.
the people who are supposed to know me better than i know myself have no idea! they dont know about my goals, my dreams, what i like and what i dont like.
especially the one person who gave me life, who fed me, who clothed me dont have a single fukin clue about who i am. what is the point is sayin anythin when no one listens? whats the point in cryin when no ones there to dry your tears?
what is the fukin point?