A speaker asks a quiet, painful question: why do my feelings always get overlooked, just like me? The poem is only two short lines, but the weight sits in that last phrase. The speaker isn't only saying their emotions get ignored. They're saying they get ignored too, and the feelings are just one more part of a larger pattern of being unseen.
The word "overlook" appears in the title and again in the opening line, and the repetition makes it feel like a bruise the speaker keeps pressing. The word "somehow" adds a tired, puzzled note. The speaker doesn't seem angry, just baffled and worn down, as though they've asked this question many times without an answer. The lowercase style and the short, trailing final line make the voice sound small and private, almost like a thought typed out late at night. The mood is lonely and resigned, with a hint of hurt underneath.