Sitting by my window, I watch the world,

Wondering what it’s like to be the one,

The confident one, the popular one,

The one who lights up the room with her smile.

Each day, a new day you leave me behind,

As if I never even existed,

And I’m left looking out of my window,

Wishing I was the chosen one instead.

It’s okay, she’s more talented, more skilled,

She can talk to people like I cannot,

I get it, she’s better at social stuff,

But it would be nice if you saw me too.

You don’t know this, but often I can’t sleep,

My mind is infested with fantasies,

Like falling in love and being happy,

But the fantasy I think of the most?

You loving me.