Sitting

I sit here waiting for you to see me.

For you to notice me.

For you to say how much you care about me.

For you to help me.

I like you.

A lot.

Don't you fucking get it.

I might be a no one to you.

But you don't understand.

You don't know who I am.

But I know who you are,

But how could you know me?

If you never know who I was?