by Olivia Kay

Created on: April 02, 2009

People pass by as if I'm invisible,

Not a kind word, not even a glance in my direction,

Racing by, too busy to notice, too busy to care,

Day after day, it's always the same,

They're always talking, but never to me,

I am merely existing, with little purpose, little meaning,

All I ask is for acknowledgement,

Just a nod of the head or a kind hello would do just fine,

I feel so alone, so neglected,

Please, please pay attention to me.

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