Why not me? Can't they see? [Poem]

Joyous in the in-crowd,
Staring at the losers,
Making sure, eyes never meet.
Casting tribute, at the feet,
Of people, who will never know.
Nor indeed, can ever know,
The substance stored, behind the show,
As lookers, looking on,
Hoping that, as deals are done,
There's something left, for me.
I'm special, can't they see?