Attention

Sometimes we need attention,
but forget to give.
To be truly selfish,
within selfishness we live.
Not to breathe a single word,
unless about sufferings we've endured.
Without thoughts of you or her.
How she stays on godforsaken terms.
Sometimes I need attention,
so I sit in the back of the room.
Look lonely and shrouded in gloom.
Asking ambiguously for help,
denying when it comes.
Never saying a word about them,
if they needed help;
I offer none.