I act out.
I act out because
I act out because when I do
the spotlight is on me.
If only for a few seconds
I'm the center of attention.
And this is what I hunger for.
Being the main attraction.

So, now the short time is up.
I have to find a way
to get what I crave again.
You could say I am merely insane
for wanting to to get into trouble.
To me,
Oh, no. But to me.
It is an addiction.
This addiction.
I will admit strange
but none the less it calms me.
Makes me feel as if,
forl those few seconds
I no longer have to shout,
"I am right here!"
"Can't you see me?"
But no.
Noone looks.
None the less acknowledges.

Now.
I wait.
And I wont miss.
It's what I crave.
I might be heard,
but I am not understood.