I really do like you a lot and sometimes (it makes me sad)
Why can't you just see and look around for once
How I want us to be together but (your heart beats for another)
To her I cannot compare myself, (she's so beautiful now I know why)
You've chosen her and that's why (you're always happy because of her)
You never seem to notice when I'm around, (and that makes my heart break)

The saddest fictional character won't know
A novel so doleful can't understand
An author can't write the melancholy feelings
The most pessimistic person can't relate
Poems can't describe how wistful I am
Poets don't even know how heartbroken I feel
Painters can't even illustrate a sad painting
Depressing songs can't interpret
Even my own self sometimes can't express all of this

The most comforting words can't characterize these emotions
Nobody could outline the sadness in me
Not the word "sadness" can even define me
No one on this planet can specify the ambience loneliness of sorrows within me
Cannot distinguish my broken soul
They don't know how scared I am
To love once again
For they also don't know bitterness it had made me

Even if anybody tried
To understand me
They still can't tell every detail
Of all these distress in my life
They can never portray
How dysfunctional
And broken
I am

I write poems about life
People, lovers
My surroundings
And for this special boy

I hope that one day though
Somebody, anybody
Would care enough
To write about me

Let me the subject
To their writing
Each line delicately
Written with love, care, & sincerity

For they don't have to rhyme all the time
Or have some cheesy pick up line
Just hand picked words
That could make me mesmerized

But for now
I'll be the one writing
Waiting
For the one to write
A poem for me

To someday
I wish to be the topic
Written with passion
Admiration & dedication