Looking in (freewrite)

Remember what you're staring at is me
Stone Sour

He stares out at the people around, but they don't. They haven't seen him, but that ain't new. They never even knew he was there, how could they see him, or even more, stop to say 'hello'?
He'd like it if someone said 'hello' to him, though, maybe asked him how things were going. It's awful to think how many people there are outside, how many of them are lonely or unhappy, and yet none talk to him. It is as if he did not exist in their magic, little world.
He tries to control his sadness and not sob. It's more a thing of pride, of self-respect, rather. He knows nobody would hear him if he screamed out verses of the Holy Bible. He is invisible. He feels invisible, at least. He's not sure if he is. He hasn't been able to check, properly, because he sees himself, but what does that tell you?
It's not an objective response, he needs to be seen by someone else to feel like he's real. He needs to be appreciated for the bright colors that he wears, or for the way he's combed his hair.

But nobody looks at him, not even a passing glance. They go as if there was no one around, as if everyone is perfectly happy with his own little circle of friends and does not want to make it bigger, not even by one scrawny, lonely man.
He looks at them all, trying to hide from their thoughts. Ever since he was a boy, he was a good judge of character, so much so that he could tell when his mother was....well, anything basically. Although, she was pretty easy to read, since most of the time, she was just really unsure if she'd been right keeping that baby.
Him. It wasn't that baby, or that boy. It was him. And he had a name, though nobody cared to remember what it was. And he now felt so far away from people, just in general, to tell them.
Doubted anyone wanted to hear it, anyhow.
For a long time now, he's been wondering if there are others like him. Or at least, just one. Another person, boy or girl, it needn't matter, that's invisible to the rest of the world, that nobody cares about. 'Cause then maybe they can care for each other.
He hopes.
He hopes he'll find her – or him – soon, because lately, his grip has loosened. He's not holding on so much. Lately, he's just been feeling so...alienated.

Prompt for the day was the lovely picture above, credits to the very talented @loliboofae (Thank you so much!). And as always, thanks to @mariannewest for hosting the 5 Minute Freewrite Challenge.

Thank you for reading,