Just a Face in the Crowd

I notice them,

But they look straight through me.

I dream about them,

But they don't give me a second thought.

I choke up if I have to talk to them,

But they reply nonchalantly.

My heart races, I can't stop staring,

But they never looked my way.

I ache to believe they want to be with me as much as I want to be with them,

But I know they simply don't.

I would beg to know their name,

But I am just a face in the crowd to them.