Description: A personal poem dealing with a situation (and feelings) that have passed on by now. However, in the spirit of documenting my life and feelings (which is a main point of this blog), I have decided to post it. Though I have moved past these feelings for the most part and therefore this poem is not totally relevant to me at the present time, I am sure many can relate, as such feelings are a common…
that skip of my heart,
the dread that consumes my body,
when their attention shifts.
that little voice inside me,
the one that says to smile,
to say funny things,
For it is not for their admiration,
those little boys with their crushes,
that causes me such confliction,
I feel no particular longing for their specific traits,
their voice and their laugh,
their long, slender frames;
It is the object of their affection,
one so similar to me,
that baffles and frustrates me,
that leaves me fuming and embarrassed.
For why do they not prefer me:
more daring and outspoken,
more flirty and willing,
while the other hides in shame at their approach,
finds no joy in the game,
in the drama?
why should I feel the need to compete with their object,
one whom I cherish like a sister,
when in truth I desire her to be happy,
to be loved and admired?
Is it the loneliness,
the fear of living life alone and unloved,
stemming freshly from rejection,
that feeds my insecurities,
my need to be noticed,
Whatever the reason,
these feelings must stay printed on this page,
for trouble would arise if such
were to be let loose and
set upon the world.