Any man I seek after… I am let down
Every chance I am offered I’m turned into a clown
Every moment I breath is a moment of pain
And every moment I think is a moment I hate.
Have I said something wrong?
Have I said the wrong words?
Do I sound too excited
Is he scared…I’m a girl?
Am I too much a bother?
Am I as soft as a brick?
Can he see through my brain, my heart, or my skin?
Am I something too noisy, too bright or too big?
If i am then Im sorry….
I just wish too fit in