I am not pretty
That’s why you’ll never notice me
Don’t mention my hair
Don’t ask my day
Typical ******
Always on the corner of window
Don’t ask what music I listen
Don’t ask the poems I have written
Don’t ask me, don’t notice me
Because I am easily mistaken
Mere questions, I thought was an attention
A little attention, I thought an affection
Maybe that’s the reason
Why I easily get attached to people
Who shows even a little interest
Who shows even a little care
I always long for affection
That's why I am always mistaken
My subconcious tells me to write this.