Perhaps

If I ask you about me...

Do not stare and dare ignore me.

Please, I dare not invite your antagony

Nor for you to recite an ode or to flatter me.

I also dare not ask the universe 

To magnify my core or deify my soul.

Perhaps it is just this child within

Seeking for attention, or yet a validation.

.

Who cares not? Who would not?

Desire for such a wonderful recognition?

Perhaps, it is just a primordial urge

To seek for significance of one's existence.

Perhaps... simply

I want to feel I mattered, that I'm special.

At least to you... perhaps.