White Sand
Why am I the one who always feels like shit?
I’m the first one to jump in and the last one to quit.
I try hard to keep myself open, although rejection is starting to blend into shame.
If the problems are always consistent, but the guys are always different, and I’m the one who’s always dismissed, does that mean that I’m the one to blame?
I try to shake this feeling, but tighter than skin it clings and hangs.
If it hurts me, but I can’t categorize it, does it really count as pain?
This ball of confusion, hope, and sadness that gets morphed into internal madness, trying to convince me that to everyone else I’m less than average, although I feel the same.
I keep trying to get past this, I tell myself that I’m the complete package, but I feel my hope starting to fade.
Man, I’m tired of feeling like this.
I want more than just one kiss.
Where is that man that will see my heart and stake claim?
I know I’m not worthless, but today my life is making me lose focus.
My spirit is quickly crumbling, like white sand beneath a pounding rain.
