sometimes

I hate how you know when something's wrong Your eyes catch sorrow before it's displayed, A burden I bear, my emotions too strong, A fear that in your eyes I'm inadequately portrayed. I ponder if my heart is too clingy, Too desperate for your love's sweet embrace. Or perhaps my looks? Not pretty enough for thee, A nagging thought I can't seem to erase. I envision you with her in vivid pictures, A duo so perfectly matched, so divine. While I, a sideline character, gestures In a love story where you'll never be mine. These doubts torment, my heart skips a beat, As I fear I'm your last choice, my love's defeat.