I look at him. <br />I look at him everyday. <br />Never did he look at me, <br />Never did he look my way, <br />He looked over me, <br />Above me, <br />Next to me, <br />Never in my eyes. <br />All I wondered was what could I do, <br />What have I done to you. <br /> <br />I was there everyday, <br />Why, <br />Oh, <br />Why won't he look. <br />It seemed funny to me, <br />The good old boy looked at many other girls, <br />Oh, lord, why not me? <br /> <br />I'm nice looking, <br />At least that is what I thought, <br />Maybe, it isn't my fault. <br />I'll try one more time, <br />I know what will work, <br />Oh, I would just die, <br />For just a look! <br /> <br />This morning I figured it would be different, <br />I will get him to look, <br />I know what will do the trick, <br />I will open my eyes when I shave, <br />Maybe this way, <br />My reflection will have its way.<br /><br />Nadalia Bagratuni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pained-reflection/
