Beauty/pain/sorrow

Beautiful is you standing there with your smile  Something that I can sense as far as a mile I walk towards your presence just to be around you But the closer to you I am the more I'm see-through It's known that everyone sees the beauty that  Isn't me, no matter what I try to be Pain is knowing that when I reach my hand out  I'm nothing more than just a floating spirit that  You left behind maybe in hindsight it was the best... I mean being told too feminine and needy is my worst flaw outside of always trying to compete with the opposite sex trying to win your affection....will always leave me on the bitter outside..... Sorrow...is admitting that I know I could never be number one in your eyes, seeing your distorted figure when I cry and all the lies I told myself to give myself hope that maybe just maybe id have a chance but being burned at the stake and beautiful daggers piercing my soul led me to be silent and you never knowing how I truly feel...I value you...I value your presence, the butterflies I feel ....I just wished I could use them to heal... I can't see you for all the beautiful people that you have at your feet....but you can't see me because I'm just a boy....