Gasping For Air

I need to tell you who I am
I need you to know who I am
I am often a coward
Too afraid to admit defeat
I am often a loner
Yet so full of love I need to give
What am I if not broken?
Grasping at straws
Like gasping for air
Never heard
Never seen
Always that something in between
You do not hear what I have to say
Context, but no content
How am I to be content
Pretending that you see me as I want to be seen?
All the while you do not get what I mean
Words are just words that I say
And you never listened anyway