No one knows how it feels,
to exist like a whisper in the wind,
to walk through crowds unseen,
to speak, but never be heard.
They call me an attention seeker,
but I don't crave the world's gaze.
I don't need a thousand eyes—
just one.
One soul to see me,
one heart to hold mine,
one voice to call my name
like it matters.
I don't need the world to care,
just one man—
to watch me, to guide me,
to want me, to love me.
To fear losing me,
as I fear fading away.