I think I might
secretly love attention
But have no idea
how to accept it
The night's cold wind
blows gently across my face
carefully pushing my hair into vision
With an assertive finger
I put it back in place
out of the way
and question
what I did
to deserve this
Explanation can be found here: http://www.poetfreak.com/297651/accolades-and-introspection.html