Lonely Girl
I lied when I said that it was her...
Truth is it was me all along...
Being judgmental
Thinking somehow that I was better because I walked with a sway, being angry for not being noticed.
I was throwing out all of the wrong vibes
My head was stuck in the air, and my nose turned up
I wore my insecurities like a police officer badge, and wondered why I was never getting dispatched
Foolish of me to believe that other women were the problem....
When all along all it really ever was, was me...
Looking at them cross-eyed because I really wanted to be them
I wanted what they had inside, I wanted and envied their confidence, their stride, and grace
I saw potential in me, but it never came to fruition.
What was I thinking?
What do they see when they look at me?...
I was begging for a friend, wondering why no one would let me in,
They couldn’t...
Because I wouldn’t let them
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