Shelled

I have to be myself. I have to. If I am not, what else am I? A mere shell of what I once wished I was, or the happiness that others derive from me, being what they what they want me to be. I keep wondering if I will find one to keep up with my quirkiness. They all seem so focused on themselves, even though I stand out, they can't see me. What am I doing? Waiting, hoping, waiting.......open your eyes, I'm right here.