End of the Line

I see a boy who doesn't fit in, The others see a jock. I see an unhappy boy, taken for granted, and tossed aside when thing get hard. The others see a boy with a perfect smile, happy in life, and fits in with the crowd. I see a plastered smile, a wounded soul, and a broken heart. Others see a charming jokester, loving towards what is his, with a carefree life. Others can replace him, I want to keep him. He does not notice me, I wait in line, others cut me, all they want is the newest toy, I want love for him and me, all I get is disappointment. His sad eyes call to me, he will look but will not see. I am the invisible, the lost, the hurt, the lonely, and the forgotten.