I want to be seen, back to front, top to bottom, inside and out;
I want to be seen, I long to be noticed, at least some how acknowledged, whether it's by a slight tilt of the head or the cut of the eye, the lift of one eyebrow or fluttering eyelashes. 
I am acknowledged either way, and my heart & mind will sit contently, happily waiting til it happen again. I want to be noticed again. It soon becomes the drug I crave. Squints from a distance, & the heat of your stare, I pray for it to one day scold my shoulders and eventually burn through my heart unlocking the secret I have been yearning to release.