You dont know the feeling
Standing infront of that glass
Wondering if youre good enough
To be seen
Wondering if to everyones eyes
Youre as pretty as you
Wish to be
Clothed in my best
Prim and proper
I feel so exposed
Vulnerable to your insults
A pain that with time
Grows
Longing for your attention
I try to catch your eye
But your look is always cold
Where is that smile?
When did the good times go?
Im not what you want
But youre what I need.