Why am I the window?
the one that you look through?
to the girl whos beautiful
who doesn't look at you
Why am I the wall?
That stands in the way
of seeng that beautiful girl
while you think of what to say?
Why am I the extra?
in the movie of your mind
while the beautiful main character
is there for you to find?
Why am I not noticed?
as you walk by?
If she doesnt want you
why do you even try?
Why am I judging you?
having no room to speak
because while she doesnt see you
and your the one I seek
You are so talented. I absolutely love this poem. You rock.