Scribbles

Is it so terrible that I want to be seen,
To be heard,
That I want to share a common language.

I'm afraid I fall mostly on blind eyes,
Deaf ears.

I don't expect to be all things,
But I want to be something,
Someone worth investing in, 
Sacrificing for,
Cherished.

Not just a coma,
 or punctuation, 
 or even a  mere sentence.

But maybe a paragraph,
A chapter,
Possibly a whole book...

Instead of a footnote,
An addendum,
A scribbled hasty note in the margins,  quickly forgotten in the rest of the plot.