Here I am once again,
hopelessly confused,
lost between what I feel
and what I think I should feel.
I've heard the clichés,
their dated advice,
but how can I follow my heart
when my head tells me it's wrong?
But if I listen to my head,
will I ever be happy?
Around in circles go my thoughts,
dizzying and nauseating,
but what is worse
is that it could all be for nothing.
I'm driving myself crazy
trying to decide
if I should allow myself
to pursue my interest in someone,
without even knowing
if they could ever be interested in me.
And why would they ever have interest in me,
what do I have to offer?
Nothing, that's the sad truth.
Who am I? What am I?
Just a sad little man
with an unpleasant face,
and a personality darker
than a moonless night sky.
But still, I hope,
and still I dream,
and still I worry myself sick
over something I'll never pursue.
I must maintain my silence,
once spoken, I'm revealed,
once revealed I can be hurt.
Better to wonder and worry
than to be rejected,
and better to wonder and worry
than to give up
and not care
anymore.