Dread gnaws on my aching heart

As everything falls apart.

“Why do I feel this way?”

Every night, I say.

I watch and observe.

Is love an ecstasy I deserve,

Or is it a dream I will always mourn,

Like children wishing for a unicorn?

“People are intimidated by you.”

But they don’t have a clue

That I cannot see the beauty

In my facade, nor within myself.

I reflect in the mirror and wish

That I could belong somewhere like a school of fish,

But instead, I feel so out of place,

And alone in every crowded space.

When people show interest or attention,

I’m internally constricted with tension.

Like the covers of books,

They only want me for my looks.

I lose hope every day, all day long,

Wondering what I am doing wrong.

The faucet roars and wails, never ending

As my mind whirls into a blending.

Will love always be unattainable?

No, it must be obtainable.

If the person learns to embrace

Who they are with such grace.

My mind quiets as the faucet slows.

I am met with a bittersweet glow.

I couldn’t see the art within, which stings,

As if a butterfly could not see its own wings.