Often lost in the crowd, stay too long and I flee.
I'd rather stay, with close company.
I've been avoided, used, and pushed to the side,
I do not know why, I genuinely try.
I notice the little things, the ones others ignore.
I promise conversations with me are never a bore.
I'm constantly lost and seeking escape,
there has to be a better world, far, far away.
My thoughts are beautiful, but hide in a shell,
just looking for conversation to carry me through the swells.