Here I Am

I am constantly overwhelmed.
In a room full of people
and I feel alone.
So inatley alone.
Blackness abounding.
Alone
Everyone ignoring the fact
that I'm running in circles,
screaming for help
at the top of my lungs.
Alone.
I'm not moving though.
I'm sitting here.
In the corner.
Watching.
Still and silent.
It's all in my head.
The running, the screaming.
Because to anyone who knows me, knows,
that in the presence of others,
I am composed.
Reserved.
Brave, some may say.
I'm not though; brave.
I'm terrified and shaken. Overwhelmed
and
alone.
In this room full of people.
I just need for someone,
you,
anyone,
to see me.
To acknowledge my existence.
I need it to be you.
Unequivocally you.
But, you don't.
You don't see me.
You.
Don't.
See.
Me.
Crying.
Right here.
In front of you.
Sobbing without any actual tears.
Silent.
Ready to face what the world has for me.
Ready?
Am I ready?
The world waits.
Or does it?
Do you?
Another day passes and I'm still sitting here.
Constantly overwhelmed.
Alone.