I need attention.
Because without it
I simply
Or not so simply
Exist.
I exist
Without recognition.
Without validation.
Because their concern
Is my validation.
If they aren't worried
This isn't real.
If they aren't worried
I've been lying.
If they aren't worried
I'm fine.
So here I am
Telling strangers about my past.
Opening up to them
Before friends
Because I tell myself
"They understand".
This isn't good for me.
I need to stop.
I feel like I'm lying.
I have no attention.
I write to an audience of zero.
This is all fake.
I'm doing this for attention.
I'm doing this for attention
For God's sake-
I'm doing this for attention.
Give me attention.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
