Incognito.

Driving through the streets with my windows tinted, I wish you would notice me but it’s like I don’t exist.  Incognito though I need you more every time I remain ignored, unable to break free from feeling anonymous.  Hidden from the world, like I reside behind a veil with little chance to grow; I just want to be loved.  A dream for me is for my name to escape from your lips, for you to acknowledge the hurt that I have within.  Vying for your attention like a child devoid of love or autonomy, your apathy is unfounded as I beg and plead for you to become aware of me.  My heart breaks every night after accepting that you do not care, drowning in my own self-loathing; my lungs struggle for air without you here.  Your acceptance, somehow, means more to me than myself; I have lost the will to breathe, knowing you has become the only cure for my disease.  I wake up every day aspiring to hear you say my name, then die a thousand deaths when nothing changes and inexplicably remains the same.   Resigned to a future without you by my side, I am forced to be satisfied with merely being alive.  Lost amongst the shadows, I will haunt you from afar; my desperation runs its course now, there is no hope left for me to be your shining star.  With hollow faith, I write my name and place it into the Wailing Wall, with a prayer that the universe responds through you before time turns into regret.  It will only be too late if my efforts were all in vain, and when our lives have both passed us by without you ever possessing the power unlocked by uttering my name.  Sand slipping through fingertips is just as slow as time measured in an hourglass, yet each moment feels too long because each one could be my last.  Through it all, the thought of you keeps my spirit alive and burning strong, it will all be worth it when my name becomes your song.