I sit there,
Like I am apart of the chair,
With a smile,
A smile that Is not true,
Veiling my feelings inside of me,
Hiding that lonely feeling,
In a room full of people,
Who are so full of themselves,
Feeling half-dead,
And invisible,
I wait that one look,
That look, full of concern,
Look, that says " you are not alone"
Look,that says " you mean something"
At least to someone,
Look, that will put life in This half- dead corpse,
Look, that will make me living again.
