How I wish
now
you could come out
and greet me
sit beside me
and talk to me.
Smile.
Eager to know me.
That is all I want.
Recognition.
Especially because
your kind
is so hard to impress.
Self-assured, quirky, intimidating…
You are what I want to be.
But if you were to be impressed by me
Your success I share
I don’t have to go far
to impress them.
Although I know
it’d be just
temporary.
The excitement will subside
to let reality
take its rightful place.
Then I will see you
and be disgusted.
All I like
is the image of you.
And all I want
is an image of me.
