Just Me. No one special.

Sometimes I wish I was noticeable,
And sometimes I dream that I am.
But no one ever sees me,
There for I know I am not.

Sometimes I wish someone loved me,
And sometimes I dream that it's true,
But people bore of me so easily,
There for I know they cannot.

Sometimes I wish I had a friend,
And one that was actually here.
But they have all gone and left me,
There for I know I cannot.

Sometimes I wish I was beautiful,
And sometimes I pretend that I am.
But people only turn away from me,
There for, how could I be?

Sometimes I wish I was real,
And in my own mind, I am.
But if no one is there to see you,
How do you know you're really there?

Just Me. No one special.