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.