Here's to the hopeless romantic
the overly dramatic, shooting
pointless shots without any chances
All the young are easily falling in in love
and I'm wondering if I'm too old to die young

But I have the friendliest remarks
not being appreciated in the best regards
In the interests of only getting side hugs
Pestering as pesticides, to repel love bugs
drinking alone in the club—as if I go out enough
As if I have a lot of fun,
as if there's a party favour I'll find in any one

Though I swear the thought of it
almost cures my depressing thoughts
In questioning my worth, each time I make
a mistake during work. And putting every pain
of my day in every word
Worthy of the fact, I love to convince myself
how not to talk to girls

Though here I am; a someone amongst
the guys. Anxious to say hello, but giving
up the best smiles goodbye
I'm like with Wi-Fi; searching the crowds of who
to connect with. I'm single in always missing a
girl's signals

Connectivity—wondering who wants to
party with me. I was depressed all my life,
but only new what to call it at fifteen
The fifth of tins, storing up your emotions till
my later teens

As I haven't dated a lot of girls
girls so pretty, pretty much make me pretty
scared to talk to them. So I just say a rude joke,
and mix it with me sounding witty

And somehow being more open on
paper, then in person, and speech
I'm shy to sound as a preach,
stuck on scrolling screens, and sizing a peach
Interactions turning me red by my cheeks.

As I always accepted these words being
unheard. The author the world ignores
of their words. Is it just me feeling like the
saddest person on earth