Watch Me Fall Apart

I'm living my life as if curled in fetal position.  Immensely defensive, and so sad.  Life is just passing me by as I float.  Like my presence is hardly noted.  The decisions I make I make because of the sheer fact that I am still inhaling and exhaling.  I know what I want in my life, and I'm working towards it, numbly.  I wake up to my alarms, I get presentable for work, and I smile I laugh I joke and I do my best to participate.  I'm not really invisible, I'm not really lost.  All these faces, swarming past me... watch me fall apart.  Why can't I just be healthy?

I just want someone to hold me.  Tell me I'll be alright.  Witness me.  I swear I'm here... I really am... why can't anyone see me?