Wyatt,
I did so many things so you’d notice me.
I wore clothes I didn’t like,
stuff I wouldn’t wear otherwise,
but you still never looked over,
and I felt stupid for even trying.
The jewelry, the nail polish,
it was all for you,
but of course you never looked,
and you didn’t seem to care.
I did stupid things for you,
and I messed up a couple times
stuff I would never do,
except for you,
just so you would care,
but you didn’t.
I tried to act like you,
could you tell?
I did anything you like doing,
listened to youre kind of music,
turned myself into someone else.
My friends all thought
I was crazy
for liking you.
But you wouldn’t even
speak to me,
unless you were forced to.