I spent a lifetime waiting for someone to see the real me..

They saw my outward appearance..
They saw my social status…
They saw my awkwardness…
They saw my introverted nature..

They saw their perception of me…

They judge me for my age…
First too young…
Then, too inexperienced…
Now too old…

I waited a lifetime for someone, anyone to see the real me…
Not who they thought I was…
But, the real me…
I’m still waiting…

An Original Poem By H.R.Beebe