When I see you in the halls, I look down at my feet.
When I smell your cologne, I crinkle my nose.
When I talk to you, I feel unworthy.
and when I stand next to you, I feel invisible.
Am I not good enough for you or pretty enough for you?
you lower my confidence making me feel worthless and dead.
And even though I hate the way you make me feel, I always come running back.
You never talk to me in school
but somehow you still find a way to make me feel queasy.
and you still manage to make me give up on everything.
You don't like me but I still like you, but I never know why.
What have you done for me?
Why do you make me feel this way?
When I see you smile, you always squint your eyes.
When you laugh, I'm filled with happiness.
But when I see you with another girl, you're always everything to me
and you always will be
so why do you mean the world to me when I mean nothing to you?
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Portraying Poetry - Original Poems by. Julie
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