Plan B

How could a girl like she,

Ever like someone like me?

I won’t write any opinions,

Each fact, stinking as bad as onions.

I am not in the best of shape,

In fact, I am pretty over weight,

My face could be a lot clearer,

Each zit screams at me when I look in the mirror.

I live in a bright place, but that makes my shadow dark,

You would probably stay away from me, if you were smart.

My nightmares haunt me in the day,

Disturbing too much, I cannot say.

I want to build a defense, a wall.

So high, she can’t look over, very tall.

How can she like me?

These things she can all clearly see,

What if I am just her plan B?