Notice me

A poem summarizing my feelings regarding something non-writing related.

On the outside looking in,
I feel like I just don't have the tools to win.

To win their attention, to make them notice me-
I try so very hard and put my best foot forward.
I do my best to please you, even though I feel ignored.
Should I just give up? Should I leave them be?

I want to be included, in their fun and games.
because I feel secluded, when you do not call my name.

Perhaps I should have hid,
Behind my vial of pink,
But I made with my self this crazy bid,
and I was foolish enough to think...

That I would win their approval on the merit of my true face
But I can see now that that may not be the case.

What is it i have to do or be?
To get you to notice me?