A written poet at dawn
the dew through the grass in the morning
the sheets grow cold and so do I
I stand up and feel like I'm soaring
but only for a brief second before my legs give out
my alarm clocks blaring and I seem to pout
but all I want to do is shout
I bring myself up and begin to walk
I turn off the clock and mumble trying to talk
to bring myself up and raise my self-esteem
because when I look in the mirror I want to ream or dream
to be a pretty girl one day that's all they ever say
because I swear to God
I can't bring myself to look in the mirror
I'm a vain person with no hot "bod"
whenever I look it's a constant reminder to see her
I'm not even close to having my act together
I swear I'm such a bore
this must be a war for all to see
every time I open the door for a lady or man as lovely as can be
I get a stunning stare of death that shines like a coat of black
every look will take my breath away

Why not a simple thank you?

Am I crazy? I swear to God
It's easier said than done that mining for a heart of gold
my irregular heartbeat skips like a CD an adventure, a jihad
this quest is a journey and it's something bold
It's hard to ask not to pull the curtains back she'll see who I am inside
see every little thing I lack and every rule I don't abide
I swear to God
I crumble under those who make it through the cold
I'll just shut up and give life a nod

to the highest bidder my heart is sold
I must just be old fashioned I tend to say things like blithering and decree
this life makes me want to bash my head in
and that doesn't get me closer to love or have others love me
but I'm too shy for all of this I'll just throw some makeup on
walk myself out the door
and hide behind the sweater I have on