You pass by me each day, you don't notice me. I walk among the crowded streets, but I am invisible. I want to be noticed sometimes, but others I want to be left alone. When the wrong person pays attention, they don't understand me. I just want to fit in. I am different they say, I just think I am normal for me. I am the homeless, the hopeless, the mentally ill. I just want a place to fit in. I just want to stop being unseen.