I am thirsty
Not of water
But of attention
Any attention
I always thought that this thirst
Was because of how depraved i am of it
But I misdiagnosed myself
It was not just because I was depraved of it
It was because
Maybe if I get attention from the whole crowd
Just maybe
There will be at least one person
To see right through what I am
Cause how can someone know what I am
When I seem to not exist in any space
When everyone just see THROUGH me
Walking pass through me
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Written By Emotions
PoesiaA collection Written by emotions Poems written with blood and tears
