CHAPTER 2: CRUSH
For all the faces that appear in my mind.
This poem I dedicate to all man kind.
To all the manly faces that has given me a crush.
I just wanted you to know that my heart beated in a rush.
For most of you's, you have been my friend.
And I secretly held all of my feelings until the end.
All this time, I was dreaming of you taking my hand.
And then kissing me on the lips like a real man.
Even a hug from you was more than enough.
But it meant nothing to you, for me that was rough.
I would watch and stare, hoping for your attention.
But nothing came from you, not even an honorable mention.
Oh, how I used to think you liked me and was playing hard to get.
But immaturity was your game I will never soon forget.
Everyone around me got the attention they need.
And I was the one being looked at as a bad seed.
I have alot of friends to cry and talk to about this.
But within my lonliness, it was love that I truly missed.
Whenever we met, there was a sour look as your expression.
A hideous beast I was, that was my impression.
The ugly duckling I was considered to be in my childhood.
How little you know about the scars that lasted into adulthood.
As an adult, I look into the mirror and I would stare.
Forever the ugly duckling is all I can despair.
And in that mirror I would look down at my figure.
And for years I would say, "What's wrong with this picture"?
It took me a while, years, to realize nothing was wrong.
Now I know I am fine and that i've been normal all along.
I won't even question why I am called, "The Beautiful Swan".
All I know is that the title of "The ugly duckling" is now gone.
So to all those I've liked, to all the times I've wasted.
My time is now..........Therefore, I am celebrating.
You've had your chance and now, away the past has melted.
For not another look I'll look at you because I am more worth it.
~FIREBIRD
4/18/99
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