Psychology Class Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

Walking into class, there I saw his flawless self,
With such simple clothing and not a worry in the world,
He carries himself with a crouched back; he has nobody to impress.

He sleeps all class long,
Yet he keeps up with all the classwork,
He has no one to talk to,
He just sits backs and relaxes.

I try to pay attention in psychology,
I don't want my hopes up,
But my eyes always become uncontrollable,
And they end up gazing at him.

He catches me most of the time,
And I start to panic,
I bet he thinks of me as a stalker,
Or the weird kid in class.

I notice myself unconsciously acting different,
All the things a person can do to me,
I can't help but to feel weak.

We also have lunch together,
And I stare at him too many times,
He looks back at me,
Such a confusing expression on his eyes,
His beautiful and soft killing sight,
And when he looks,
It's almost like he knows what I'm thinking,
Which confuses me even more.

I hate having feelings that will clearly not be returned,
But,
I can't help who I've fallen in love with.