Can you not hear me? Can you not see?
I'm being ignored, no one's listening to me.
So, no one can see me. Can it be true?
I guess no one really cares, they see me right through.
The pain in my heart, the emptiness here.
The thoughts that I hold would likely shatter this fear.
I got what I want, but not what I need.
I screwed up too late in my hesitant greed.
Pay attention to me, now that I'm good.
I've turned in my ways; do not what I would
the year before or even yesterday.
I'm a better person now, not in my own way.
But here I sit, alone and out of sight.
No one cares to see my own mental plight.
I sit and wait for people to see
that I'm now a better person, please listen to me.
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