Look At Me...Dammit!

He explained it to me once
How he liked to keep to himself
Whenever he went out
But he hated being ignored
So whenever he had to be in public
He would do whatever it took
To get people to look at him
Purple askew hair
Orange Capri pants
Leather vest
With nothing underneath
All his tats revealed
For the world to enjoy
But just in case
Somebody was foolish enough
To want to talk
He kept his earphones in
But with his iPod off
Because he needed to know
If he was being talked about
After all
Everything about him
Every item of clothing and jewelry
Every affectation
Was just one long painful scream for attention
But not interaction