I understand that you may never love me,

like I love you,   and

I understand that you may not even know

how I feel,   but that doesn't even matter any more.

 

I understand that you might consider me your friend

or you may not

I understand.

but i don't understand

what you could possibly see in me

 

bad looks

messy hair

shouldn't speak

can't talk

won't dance

can't sing

screws up

is mean

 

regects you

hates friends

kills love

patronizes death

hides secrets

refuses to talk

can't stop talking

 

bad laugh

creepy smile

vacant looks

no guile

 

seems innocent

really not

bad words

cusses a lot

 

to skinny

really short

wears glasses

whats worse?

 

laughs at your stupid jokes

thinks the same way

likes the same things

has the same freinds

dresses the same way

knows the same knowledge

has the same class

 

cares the same way

fights the same way

annoyes the same way

loves the same way

 

But I am shy, and you are not

I am scared, and you are not

I need you, but do you need me?

I guess we'll just have to see