******, ******, ******!
Why must it end like this all of the time?
Of course he has a girlfriend, he’s perfect!
It wouldn’t make sense if he didn’t have one.
Why do I do this to myself?!
Every time I meet a nice guy the same thing happens.
I start to talk myself up and yet never talk to him.
I make myself believe that I have a chance.
I’m pretty, smart, determined, occasionally witty.
But most of all I am a coward.
Sitting in the back corner with a hood over my face,
Blind and unnoticed by the rest of the world.
This is who I am.
Nobody.
It’s my fault and I know it.
I live in my mind.
It goes to places it should never go.
It sets me up for heartache and disaster.
It keeps me from going after what I want.
I am a coward.
A nobody.
I am me.