Tall, dark, handsome
Kind, polite
Intelligent, thoughtful
You smile for pictures with them
You treat them with respect
Compliment their beauty,
Open their car doors
But it hurts
When you won't do
A single one of these things
For me

Why do you hide your face
behind flowers,
or posters,
or pictures,
or books?
Why do you fling up your hands
and sneak away at parties?

Stop that;
come out.
You’re such a pretty girl.

How strange it is
To be known
By everyone,
Yet still feel lonely.
It's
all
the
same.