Don’t tell me I’m special.
You are infatuated with my talent.
All I hear is deception.
Every time it’s the same story.
You might be a different person.
But you speak the same lies.
You say I inspire?
You say I wow you?
If I inspire you, then show me how.
Until then, leave me alone for now.
Frustrated.
Annoyed.
Broken.
My passion only lusts for one.
Even though it is wise to run.
Sleepless nights, with thoughts of him.
When will my heart move on?
For this little fish needs to swim.
