Every morning I awaken to a bustling world,
Yet I drift like a ghost through motions unfurled.
People everywhere, living, laughing, connecting,
While I feel so invisible, my soul reflecting.
I scream at the top of my lungs, but no sound comes out,
They don’t see me, don’t hear me, despite my silent shout.
A shadow on the edge of their consciousness,
I fade, A whisper in a room where shouts cascade.
I walk through crowded streets, sit in cafes, stand in lines,
Surrounded by life, yet isolation confines.
The world is vibrant, loud, but none of it for me,
In the chaos around, my essence is a plea.
“I’m here! I exist! Please, see me!” I want to cry,
But instead, I carry this weight, a silent sigh.
Conversations shallow, smiles fleeting, bonds slipping through,
I seek a place to belong, where connections are true.
Is it me? Something wrong that repels what I crave?
How do I break free from this isolating wave?
I have something to offer, something unique, my own light,
I want someone to see me, in genuine delight.
In this chaotic world, all I ask is to be seen,
To be remembered, to matter, in moments serene.
Though I feel like I’m fading, a hope I retain,
That there’s a place for me, where I can remain.
