I'll hug myself to sleep since no one else will. I'll try to amuse myself and forget the many reasons there must be for me not having someone like the rest of the world does.
Friends and my parents say I'm a catch so what's the problem? Is it the few bits of acne left over from stress of trying to put on this mask to pretend I'm okay and everything's fine? Is it the fact I'm always either whispering or shouting? I know I'm not exactly a model but am I really that ugly where no one wants me that way?
I never have anything interesting to say. Conversation's hard, we weren't taught it in school so I won't apologise if I'm boring as fuck. I have a lisp, get used to it. Skin isn't always perfect, we all have our outbreaks that leave a scar or two.
I've tried dating apps but no one ever bothers to keep in touch. People just don't see me that way, I try confessing feelings to those I develop some for, but it's never redamancy.
Just don't mind my brain that's going insane with the never-ending list of reasons I'm alone. Movies make it seem so easy, where's that fairytale ending? Just let me dream I have someone who likes me, forget the real world.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetryshort poems that could also be songs i thought of on a whim. most of these are a bit old but recently i was told by a friend to publish them as they're, quote on quote "not bad" so i take that to the stand by broadcasting them here. take a gander.
