Poetry

Maybe if I were skinner.....
Maybe if I were prettier.....
Maybe if I was more like her..... He'd notice me for once.....

I can't help but fall for him.....    But he doesn't know I exist....
Maybe if I wore the right clothes........
Maybe if I were popular...... He'd see that he's the one for me.....

I think to my self 'Why can't I be like them? '
He can't see that he's my everything......
He's too blinded by her..... 

And every time he walks away, he doesn't know that my world falls apart....
Maybe when I disappear....that's when he'll see....
But it will be too late....  For him to go back on his mistake.....

Maybe when I'm dead.......  Then he'll know.....
Maybe his tears will be his reminder..... 
To die for love, isn't dying at all.....