Noticed

Noticed

Somebody notices it.
My eyelids has ingrown skin
Which is distracting my eyes
Blurring my vision slowly.
Yet, I don't pay attention to it.
I find myself overwhelmed
with a feeling of being noticed.
Noticed, not in the way where
I'm petting a cat or when I
walk confidently like I own it.
It's the gesture of asking
which has lost touch with me,
I have been masking
The sorrows I can't speak...
hoping to get out from them,
by ignoring, by suffering or
by just living with it.
Accepting them as it comes.
I haven't been asked things,
I haven't been noticed,
I don't wait for people.
I don't feel the "ache to be seen."
I am just as well content with myself.
It's only then people come back to me.

What do you think?
What might be this ache?
Oh I love sitting in the dark
all alone as I watch
city lights and buildings
small warm colored lights
running through the way.
They stop when the sign turns red,
I wonder why did I never stop?
Was I picking crumbs of bread?
I was.
The sign turns green and
all lights are seen, moving like minions
Only to the a place where
they are meant to be.
I write about my food weaknesses
it's just a matter of sweet potato
and beetroot that I hate to eat.
I have swallowed things even
when I knew I never wanted to eat.

Just like that, I wear my truth
out there on my sleeves and
people fail to speak.
To your heart, my heart
to your mind, to my mind
To the corner of the silence
that only aches to be seen.
They, see it and they also seek,
Yet they can never help
you out from this feeling
in which you have been.
So you learn to deal
with this of being noticed.
Because heaven forbid
it's brutally worse when
they see your ache and
their eyes say to you,
"I see it but do nothing
about it."