She stands at the window, looking out,
Wishing for someone to hear her shout,
But the world keeps moving, without a doubt,
And she's left feeling lost, without.
All she wants is to feel loved,
By the ones she looks up above,
But they're too busy, too rushed,
To notice she's feeling crushed.
She tries to make them see,
How much their attention means to me,
But they're too busy, too blind,
To realize she's falling behind.
So she stands there, all alone,
Wishing for someone to take her home,
To a place where she's not just a clone,
But someone who's cherished, not unknown.
But until then, she'll keep on trying,
To catch their attention, never lying,
Hoping one day, they'll start complying,
And she'll no longer feel like she's dying.
(The poem depicts the story of a girl who longs for the attention of her parents. She feels neglected and overlooked in a world that is always in motion. She wishes to be heard, to be recognized, and to be loved. However, her parents are too busy with their own lives)
