Ok, it's there. It's lasting. It never fades away. It's
that nagging sense of hope. It's the hope of being seen, noticed.
It's like a fist to the face, a stab to the heart. It's
everlasting. It's pleeding. It's noticed. It's not harmful but it
hurts. It's not a beauty but rather a beast. A beast full of pity
and anger. It's no calm wave inside me. It's a wave thrashing
against my insides. It's like a captured bird trying to be set
free. It's a feeling never to be set free unless you finally
notice me.....