I don't do it for the attention,

I claim. 

But my thoughts

betray me once again. 

Because no matter how many

times I say it to myself,

I want the recognition. 

I want the attention

I want the love

and most of all, there

is one person I want to just

notice me. 

Oh, it's not like that. We're 

already friends. But to have

an actual response, as if from

an actual person,

it would be lovely. But I remain,

afraid of the consequences of 

asking for attention, afraid of

being selfish, afraid of asking for

help one time instead of giving it, afraid of

my image, even though I shouldn't be

afraid of why I feel the way I do. 

Afraid, because for all my efforts, and

all my insecurities, I am afraid of what I could become

if I ask for too much. And above all, afraid 

of remaining forever

unknown.