Unanswered Discontent

Sweet words
I would say to you
If only
you could see me,
touch me,
feel me,
talk to me.

Just an invisible girl
standing shoulder-deep in sorrow
like an empty cup waiting to be filled;
screaming Im here!
But no one hears
or sees,
or cares;
mute to her unending,
fragmented frustrations
as they scurry off to the perceived safety of
their boxed lives.

All she wants
is to be loved.

As somewhere angels cry.