I want to feel important like the center piece of a picture,

I don’t want to be the rock or the little chunk of grass,

I’m tired of being the colorless towel never noticed,

As I am just thrown around and wet and lonesome,

My only wish is to truly matter.

In a way that the stars glow from thinking of me,

The waves hit the shore hoping to touch me,

My love’s hands ache missing my touch,

I want to have a lover.

In his made up imagine of the right girl,

The girl that doesn’t exist in the real world,

To be me and I want exist and be perfect,

I don’t want to be mediocre anymore.

I just want ideas to flow and flow into my brain,

I want for my poems to be noticed,

And for someone to think I have potential,

I want potential and to write good,

Instead of this whiny ******* I pretend is good,

I want to feel something real.

So tired of feeling like there’s something wrong with me,

Why doesn't any guys seem to notice me,

Do I have to parade around like a Victoria secrets model,

In some ***** lingerie holding a ‘date me’ sign,

I want know if this writing **** is a waste for me to pursue,

Because maybe my writings are as ****** as I feel.