• Why do I feel so insingificant?
    Sometimes, I feel that I must rant.
    To go on about subjects like these,
    And some people go about them with such ease....

    For a moment, I want to be where you are.
    I want to see what you see, I don't care how far.
    For a moment, I want to love and be loved,
    I'm sick of being shoved.

    Tell me, can you love me?
    Can you keep me happy?
    What do you want in return?
    How much more must I earn?

    What must I do to please you?
    Would you please give me a clue?
    I just want to be held close by someone dear.
    When will that time get here?

    For once, I want to be noticed,
    I just want to earn someone's trust.
    I want to be cared for as I care for them,
    Is it wrong to write such a poem?