Propped up at the bar
her beauty sweetly intimidating
as my heart begins to skip
so do my legs start shaking

eyes set and sparkling
face narrow, cheek bones high
with the grace of an eagle
she moves around as if to fly

pulling pints and setting sights
her fellow girls glare
smiling, knowing
behind her back every man will stare

and I think to myself, I think
as I look into those eyes
how do I know I'm not good enough
if I don't even try?

It's that deep uneasiness I find so strange
the fear of beauty is enough to perplex, for when it comes to lust
you tread the fine line of wanting someone's love
or simply wanting them for ***

the days where I feel worthless are mounting up
I fear I may have to face this perpetual loneliness for the rest of my life
sitting alone inside my bedroom

sometimes I sit alone to cry

all around me love reeks
do I like them?
do they like me?
A blind prophet seeking truth
through blinding tears I try to see

wishing, why can't I be normal
normal just like her, or even you

when you're drowning in the sea of lies
it seems impossible to find the truth

this way, or my way
a scapegoat cut from the scenes

realising the mundane reality of it all
as pain slowly pulls me at the seams