Walk by Me

Maybe one day somebody will walk by me,

stop by me,

stand by me,

and see me as the person I am.

The person would stop,

turn and look,

and just say,

hello.

The person would see through,

my walls and insecurities,

see me as the tendrils of beliefs and passions I am,

and hold me until I'm there.

Until then I shout,

shout my dying heart out,

hoping that one day,

somebody will walk by me.