Forgotten Names

Amber, miss, m'am, sister, girl, she, her.
These words confuse me. Annoy me. Enrage me.
I make it clear, don't I? What to call me? What
Not
To call me?
The light leaves my eyes when they use the words.
Repeatedly telling them.
Repeatedly ignoring me.
Frustrated thoughts flood the field. Rage sets fire to the fields. Continuation fuels the fire on the fields.
Forgotten, always forgetting.
When does one cross the line from simple mistakes into pure ignorance?
Mellow tempered and quiet is forgotten.
Enraged and vocal will be remembered.