It's not about trying to look like everyone else AKA Day One
Each little heart sends a rush of
Dopamine to the deep
Pleasure centers of our brains.
It's only a small bit, an
Amuse bouche of the
Attention we secretly believe we
Deserve and of which we have been
Deprived all our lives because
It's never enough, no one ever
Looks long enough or deep enough
No one ever really sees all
We try so hard to reveal even
When we think we hide. So
We keep screaming our names
Out to the void, desperate to be heard.
See me. Hear me.
Please tell me my worth.
Say you see my value.
Though we then forget all the responses
After the rush wears off.