God can you see me?

God can you see me here in Memphis because I am so hungry to be seen.  I am so homesick for something deeper.   I am so lonely and want to crawl out from behind this superficial mask, but no one cares enough to see.  Even while spending hours upon hours with familiar people, I watch from the sideline and wonder if they really even notice I am there.  Yes, I am included, but so often I'm interrupted or just ignored.  Am I that boring?  I am that bored.  I am bored with the superficial, bored with the tedium.  None of this matters.  Can no one else see?  

Oh God, I know I hunger for something that they won't provide.  I doubt they even can.  And so I want to turn these tears to you.  I know you see me.  You made me, you know me, deeper than the skin, even here in Memphis.  Why have you lead me here?  What are you teaching?  How will you use me?  Because I feel really useless right now and not necessary or even wanted.  But Lord, I know you hear my cry and I know you are faithful to your word and your promises.