~*Me*~

What do people see in me?
That makes them stick around
In myself I see nothing
I’m a dork
I’m a freak
Why do I fight so hard?
I get excited about a new canvas
Or a bottle of purple paint
Or a new set of charcoals
Or a song I like in chorus
And people must tire of it
Of my complaining
Of my whining
Of my snide comments
Of me
So what DO they see?
I don’t have a smile that sparkles
Or eyes so deep you get lost
Or my own opinion
Or smart things to say
People don’t even get what I say
Or me
So why do they stick around?
Is it so they can leave me later?
So they have someone they are better than?
To drown me with their lives?
Because there is something?
Something I haven’t found quite yet?