A/N as you can tell, this isn't a part of the story. This is a poem I wrote and I would like to know what you think. This is how I really feel about a guy at my school and I don't know what to do. I SEE HIM EVERY DAY DURING LUNCH!!!!! I really need advise!!

Why?

By: Kirsta Price

As I lay in my bed,

I think in my head

Why?

Why won't he love me?

Why am I on knees?

Why don't they get it?

Can't they tell I lean?

I lean over backwards,

To get a better view

Of the man I love.

Even if he won't look,

I still lean over.

Why?

Why do I lean?

Why won't he look?

Can't he tell I'm here?

Why?

Why does he torture me?

Why is it,

We have so much in common,

And he can't tell?

Why?

Why won't he talk?

Why did he stop

Being my friend?

Why?

Why did he move,

Two years before?

Why did he move back?

Can't he tell?

Why?

Why don't I just go,

Say "hey, I'm right here"?

Why can't I say to him,

"I love you with all my heart"?

Why?

Why am I afraid?

I don't know.

I guess I'm just scared

Of getting my heart broken.

Why?

Why is it, when he looks at me,

My knees feel weak,

My heart flutters

And there are butterflies?

I guess I'm in love

With someone who won't love me.

Why?

Why don't I just let it go.

Why?

I know I have to,

But I just can't.