I want to be adored. Others have adored me, but they have not seen me. I believed if they saw me, they wouldn’t love me. But I still craved being seen, being known. Others have not had beautiful voices. But they have sung me to sleep, left voicemails with snippets of songs that reminded them of me. You have the most beautiful voice. But you do not sing for me. You sing for thousands of others, you sing for your friends and your family. But not for me. You saw me, and you loved me. You don’t see me now. I crave being known, and you do not know me. I crave being adored, but you overlook me.