Her face pressed up against the window Her hair covering her tear-stained cheeks The people walking straight past her, Not noticing, Not caring. Her heart falling as a smile is not returned Her soul shattering as a greeting is ignored The people walking straight past her, Not accepting, Not caring. Her pride lowering as a taunt is thrown her way Her forgotten dignity hanging by a thread The people walking straight past her, Not looking, Not caring. Her voice trembling as she chokes out her words Her eyes full of hope as they approach her The people walking straight past her, Not acknowledging, Not caring. Her eyes blurry as she runs way Her spirit dropping as she gives up on life The people walking straight past her, Not stopping, Not caring.
A poem about what it can feel like to be introverted but desperate for connection.