My Poetry

Working For The Male Gaze

i wake up every day trying to impress him.
i put on a fake personality that i hope he will find charming.
i do my hair nice but not to the point where he knows i am doing it for him.
i wear the things i think he might like to see.
something that will make him notice me.
i search the hallways hoping that he's there and will come up to me.
i have been hoping that he falls in love.
he did fall in love.
just not with me.
or the idea of me.
or the me that i created for him.
he never even looked at me.
i guess i just wasn't enough for him to love.
so now i lay waiting to leave for school.
not having anything to work for.
not having anything to look forward to.
just me and my pillow waiting for him to text.
but he never does.
i wait to see what's next.
but what all is coming is the same thing it has always been.