Confession

What a strange sight you are since I have made my confession

My confession that I felt something for you

I walked away because I didn't want an answer

Let's be real

I still can't take any form of rejection

I'm rather confused

I'm hyperemotional

I'm troubled

I'm tired

I'm an antisocial

I've never fit in

Neither have you

I guess I thought you would like me too

Maybe I should try to talk to you

But I'm too afraid of what you'll do

So here I will stay with my one-sided crush

I suppose that will have to be enough