Who Am I?

Who am I?
I’m the one
You know, walking down the street
The one you never meet
Stepping to my own beat
Who am I?
I’m the one you’ve never talked to
But why?
Because I’m just a little strange
And I sometimes look deranged
Or maybe just because I’m plain
You see
I don’t mind that you don’t know
I don’t mind when you don’t ask
The task
At hand
Is greater than the knowing
Greater than the showing
I don’t
Need to be needed
Want to be wanted
Or seen