A small part of me wanted attention; it hated the prospect of being ignored.
The rest of me was assured, contented—hugging the feeling of anonymity; it used to deride the smaller "me" for its craving. One day, the smaller "me" exposes itself to the external units—overpowering the rest.
It gets what it wants—attention, but it cries aloud for the rest of "me" to hear. The latter remarks, 'That's what you wanted, you must be happy!'
The smaller "me" stutters, sobbing, 'No, I realized, it's your attention I ever wanted.'