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,
I don't expect to be all things,
But I want to be something,
Someone worth investing in,
Not just a coma,
or even a mere sentence.
But maybe a paragraph,
Possibly a whole book...
Instead of a footnote,
A scribbled hasty note in the margins, quickly forgotten in the rest of the plot.