For once..... I just want to be seen. I want someone to see the real me..... beyond this dusty frame, beyond breast and thighs, hips and eyes, lips and lashes; I want someone to see me! The beating in my chest.... The heart that, finds no-rest because it's hidden; waiting, wanting, needing, someone to see the real me: and allow me to be..... All that I was meant to be. For once.....I just want someone to see me; then I want them to care...... For Once!