I wonder

I sometimes wonder if, when people look at me, they can tell that I've given up. Can they see the failure and disappointment in my eyes? Do they know that I once had wondrous, hope-filled dreams and that I've buried them so deep that I can barely remember what they were? Can they feel my sadness when I enter a room? I think they can.
I wish that someone could pierce the veil of my solitude and isolation, to delve deeper beneath the facade of my quiet shyness. I wish I could reach out from behind my walls of pain and shame and shout to the world that I'm alive! I exist! Someone please notice me!