She couldn't have tried like she did
and they couldn't have missed it
so easily.

A pretty simple task,
but too many see too much
and her eyes flicker with what she
could know.

She could feel like they wanted
but who would she be,
then?

When found--they stared,
for their creation had fell apart,
not what they
foresaw.

Disconnected,
for what she thought she was,
or perhaps,
who she actually became,
had started to dissolve.

Gazing at herself,
the rise of what could be
withers
and with that her eyes
cloud over once more,
where she loses touch.

Her only want
being seen by others, but
distracted by her own being.