Unrequited (I am, I see, I hear...)

-I am waiting for someone to come along and see what I see, to notice me, to care.
-I see the reflection of a girl who has lived her whole life feeling alone and unwanted.
-I hear the happiness of others, like shards of broken glass in my feet, they brag about their boyfriends and their happy little lives, unconcerned with anyone but themselves.
-I feel I might explode; I need to shout from roof-tops, to make them see me, to make them understand, to make them stop before it's too late.
-I want to go back to the beginning; to erase the memories of boys who didn't, don't, and never will care and skip to the one who does, the one I know could never not care about me, the one who doesn't know how much I love him.
-I need the approval of men, because I never got it from the one who matters; and because of him, I am here. I need to tell them, all of them; everyone in my life, I need to speak my peace so that I can stop living a lie.
-I am a victim of love unrequited in every aspect of life; trapped by it, my soul is in chains. I long to be set free, but I fear for the cost; to what extent will I go for my freedom.