To Confess
To Confess
I want to confess to this person.
They're fair and cute, exactly my type.
If I were better, it would be easy,
Yet I feel that I cannot in my current state.
Maybe partly because I'm shy, introverted.
Or maybe I use it as an excuse.
Compared to them, I'm someone they'd pay no mind to,
So maybe I don't, afraid to be rejected.
My mind is clouded by meaningless thoughts,
Believing that it will feel empty if I confess now.
I don't want to be an embarrassment being around them,
I force myself to wait, to improve myself first.
I know. I know I'll be too late,
They'll be paired up before I can ask,
But I still make myself wait,
Just in case. Just in case, it does come true.
I wait.
I will wait.
I prioritise my goal first,
To be more worthy,
Needing this presence.