I really like this one. I'm not a poem person, cause I rarely get the intended meaning but this is what I thought you might have been talking about: There are just times when you want that attention, but never get the reaction you wanted, leaving you unsatisfied - so you do your best to make a commotion, you do your best to scream out for it, you force the issue by doing little things, or big things or being persistent. And you finally do get noticed, but for all the wrong reasons, and all the impact you might have had, created, is all kind of false and empty because everything would have gone on without it.

"And trees are always making sounds"

Yeah, you didn't make that much of an impact, it wasn't that impressive.

...I think I kinda ran away from myself there... but yeah, like I said, I like this. It's emotive and makes me think of times I would do anything to be noticed. I mostly feel embarrassed or stupid about it later though. Your poem also has a melancholic feeling, like this person really doesn't deserve to feel so left out, but that's just how it is.

...okay, I'll stop now.