Watching

I watch the people as they walk by me
Going to and from class,
through their lives as though they are the only ones here.
Day by day, it rarely changes.
They go about their lives, without a care.
I don't think they realize that I'm there.
Some days I want that,
but there are times when I want to be heard, be seen.
I wish they'd realize this,
would see my pain, hear my cries.
But until that day I watch, I listen.
Hoping that one day,
they will watch and listen as I have.
Who knows, maybe they'll learn half the stuff I have.