I walk among these people
With the hope someone will see me
A face to light up in acknowledgement
Maybe even a smile given discreetly
Yet they look past me
Like I\'m not even there
Don\'t they see my new clothes
Or my freshly trimmed hair?
Hell even a jealous murmur
Or an indication of any kind
Would be enough validation
To ease my restless mind
Is what I see in the mirror
And what the world sees the same?
Or is it all a mirage?
My efforts to appear interesting
...
in vain