What is it about me,

That eventually makes me see,

All that’s beautiful about him.

Why is it he,

That makes my heart pound,

What is it about him that makes my adrenaline pump.

I see his body,

Behind a tight shirt,

My mind goes a flutter,

It makes me hurt.

Never will I feel your soft skin,

Never will I feel your lips upon mine.

Why must I be different,

Why must you constantly cause pain.

How can I be,

What society hates so much.

I feel cursed with this fatal attraction.

Why must I be so different.

Why am I Alone?

----Elliot Somers