Waiting

I stand alone in a room full of people.
Adrift in a sea of faces.
Waiting,
Waiting,
Always waiting.
For someone,
Anyone.
To notice…
Me.
The me inside,
The me I truly am,
The me with so much to give it hurts,
For that’s the me no one ever sees.
Unwanted by the few who’ve caught glimpses.
Is it fear that makes them reject me?
Or am I simply that undesirable?
I ask so little.
Still, it is too much.
Here I remain.
Beaten down by time.
Lost and alone.
In the midst of all.
Who will never know
What a treasure I might have been.