You stare at her as though there is nothing else within these walls around you.
Zealous to her every move, her dance is your show.
Absent mindedly, you miss me in the crowd.
But it’s nothing new for me to be
Conjured together with the crowd in your mind’s cliché.
Daily, I try my hardest to stand out, and catch someone’s gaze.
Even the slightest of my flaws will drive you away. I
Fight to be recognized, and not be outshined by your peers.
Girls with more attractive features seem to win this with ease.
Hedonist thought that cloud your eyesight,
Is a comprehendible reason as to why you drool over them.
Judicious eyes tend to block out the review made by your heart.
Kindly saunter over to her, play that role of awkward and embarrassingly cute.
Listening to her words but interpreting her body, I am a spectator,
Mentally envying her for her calm and smooth state of being.
Novice moves don’t impress her, and she tosses you aside,
Occupied by someone better, funnier, and a lot more charming.
Personally, I wouldn’t have let you slipped by, for I
Questioned your heart and saw much more in return.
Resentfulness for that girl clouds my conscience.
Seeing as how she breaks hearts,
To make hers stronger and immune to more shatters.
Undermining insecurities were resurfaced, but it wasn’t your fault.
Vexing judgments about myself was the final outcome of all this.
Why take a stand now? Because I’m through with being overlooked at…
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