Noticed by those who we think matter.
Holding breath and hope to be noticed.
When noticed quick joyful bolts flash though us. Why do we long to be noticed?
Some notice every time we post an image.
Those likes become thinner after awhile.
See through paper which cuts our truth.
Longing to be judged even though hating it.
Seconds of pleasure, often leads to false hope.
For that fifteen minutes/seconds of fame, is fleeting,
Is scurrying off to do something else.
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