muse:invisible

so, thanks to my counselor (who is right now very very incompetent because she can't even remember who she is supposed to e-mail), i am feeling quite horrid right now. thanks, world. have this back.

muse:
would it be too much to notice?
the crowd bustles around him and people bump into him as if he doesn't exist. they look up, startled to have run into nothing, apologize brusquely, and continue on their way. some people take notice of him, pick him out of the  sea of people, and walk with him for a while. but in the end, it's the same result. he's always gradually forced back in, unable to seen once again. sometimes, he thinks he's visible to authority figures. he does his best to stand out and shine, but it seems all in vain. futile. their vision all pass over him, their gaze fixated on others who outperform and outshine his small light. some who he thought would help make him seen abandon him by the side of the road, cold and dark. he calls after them, pleading and begging.
would it be too much to notice me? would it be too much to help me be seen? would it be too much? where are you going? why are you leaving me?