Look Up For Me

Not even my family will listen to me.
A stranger is more likely to do so.
But isn't that what they are?
Just strangers.

I walk by,
And sit nicely at the table.
Strange looks are thrown around as I open my mouth to speak.
But no one is really listening.

Someone look up for me.

I sit at my desk.
And I start a conversation with Sarah...
"Hey. You want to hang out sometime?"
She mumbles a, "Sure."
And continues her note writing while flirting with the TA for our class.

I'm pushed to the side,
But in reality I haven't moved an inch.
Just a cold shoulder putting miles in between us.   

Someone look up for me..

I stand among my fellow coaches,
While trying to make a little boy listen to me.
I wave my hands in the air.
I call out his name,
But it is just a wasted breathe you see..

I walk over,
And snap my fingers in his face.
He averts his gaze.
I know I'm not invisible,
But I pinch myself for good measure. 

Someone look up for me!

I pace in the locker room;
The ticking time bomb that I am..
I press my hands up on the mirror and I stare back at my refection.

I don't understand.
Why doesn't anyone listen!?
Can't I make an impression on anyone...?

Look up for me.

A girl walks into the bathroom,
She just ignores me.
I lift my head,
And look myself dead in the eyes; the mirror reflecting my anger back at me.

I can't take this anymore.

I scream.
And she looks up.