Detour

I was there, standing in front visible for everyone.

I scream at the top of my lungs so everybody could hear.

I dress differently so everyone could notice.

I became wasted so everybody would care.

I went away so everyone would find me.

I was lost… nowhere to go…

I found a way back home…

Nobody was there… everyone was out searching…

And I found you still sitting there…

You never saw me…

Heard me…

Noticed me…

Cared for me…

Looked for me…

Yet, you waited

And you know that I could still find my way back home.