Its not easy being me.
It's probably not easy being anyone.
Trying so hard to figure out what people think about;
Do they like her? Does he have a girlfriend?
Maybe they're just friends? Depends…
Having the thought of rejection, haunting me…
It’s almost like a brother taunting me.
You just want to come out and yell “I like you! ”
But you know it to be not true
It’s almost like a laser gun going “pew! ” towards you.
I do like you; I just don't know how to tell you…
We haven't talked much,
And I know you are very highly liked.
, Any chance of it happening?
I guess this poem is just for fun…
But I'm resigning out, the girl from bus one…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem