The trouble is,
everyone wishes to be, seen, heard or simply noticed at all.
The real problem?
That’s being noticed.
or not at all.

All I can hear are screams and whistles,
eyes widened and staring,
mouths licking at the ready
thumbs itching to click.

You want your beam of light on the stage you stand,
but even so, you would be jealous,
for the place you stand, wouldn't be enough room,
just for you.

I’ve seen so many stars caged,
not enough system’s shut.
Envy is no word for me,
but, do you deserve it either.