The speaker opens with a quiet "Hello.." and then admits to crying, almost as if surprised by it. They ask why, then answer themselves: they have feelings, and they're human, just like the readers. The hurt comes from being treated as something less, used by people who then throw them away once they've got what they wanted.
What makes the poem affecting is its turn at the end. After asking the reader directly, "Have you ever felt that way too?", the speaker backs off, wondering if they're "the only weird one" and then insisting, "I'm Ok." The doubled "Maybe" and the trailing dots make that claim sound shaky. It reads less like a statement of fact and more like a mask put back on.
The mood is lonely, tender, and a little raw. The short, plain lines feel like a confession whispered to a stranger, from someone who wants to be understood but doesn't quite dare to ask for it outright.