Sometimes

Sometimes
I wish you would look at me,
And notice that I’m not what you think you see.
Your eyes gaze over my form,
And what you see isn’t the social norm-
For I do not fit in the mold people choose,
And yet you grade me and leave me confused.

Sometimes
I wish you would see that I have my heart on my sleeve,
Desperately hoping that you’ll accept and not leave.
You don’t notice the longing or ignore it the same,
Because, to you, this all seems like a game.

Sometimes
I wish that you would take me seriously,
Once in a while maybe even notice me.
And the feelings that I have for your body and soul
Are losing grip of any control
And I go on hoping and silently pleading
That all of the things I hold on to are believing
That there is a chance.

But there is no chance.

Sometimes
I wish you would look at me,
And notice that I’m not what you think you see...