There is a boy I want desperately
To see greatness in me
In the way that I see such marvelous,
Wonderful, greatness in him
But I look in the mirror and still hate what I see
And know that for now what I see staring back
Will be a lonely girl with a face so unlovely
It will look better hidden behind a paper bag
He can't like me; he's too great for such simplicity
The girls see him and swoon at his marvelous talent
He can pick any one that he wants
It would be silly for him to pick something so unlovely
He is sweet beyond compare to most other guys
It's so obvious his heart is in the right place
But that doesn't make him any different in the same way
That he must cringe inside when he sees my face
I know I should not let my hope rest on something so feeble
my heart will be broken once again then once more
he will never know the things that hurt me
And I will camp out and hide from him behind my solid door
I guess it might be possible for me to get so lucky
to have someone like him, feel for me as I feel for them
But to assume that this is likely seems like a ridiculous attempt
at making myself feel worth it
Because maybe I'm not, maybe I'm not what I want to be
I am not good enough, small enough, smart enough
or just plain anything that seems good for me
maybe I will forever be right about how he sees me
I am so very unsure in this moment now,
And unfortunately that is what feels like the worst place to be
I want to look at his eyes and not have to look away
and to know that he's looking back and feeling the same
