Drowning In a Box of Condoms

I'm a virgin. Yet I'm a peer educator I teach people about sex and how to put on the condom. sometimes the irony does bother me There's an endless supply of condoms in my custody daily yet I have no need for them You should see the eager faces of the kids grabbing them out of boxes like their gods best made gift I can't share in their glory all I can do is watch I hate watching I'm mostly a doer not a witness So in this case I just feel out of place out of context Lost? Not exactly Cause i'm not exactly a saint I probably know more than the one's who are active which makes the irony even more ridiculous. But I guess it's just that need to be in with the crowd The need to feel like I belong Less and less virgin's hang around these parts I'm starting to feel like i'm the only one left like i'm waiting for nothing. The condom box is calling out to me The multiple flavors tempt me to taste. Yet i'm still me. Therefore i'm lame. Therefore i'm waiting... For what i'm not even sure anymore. I though it was because I was looking for the right guy Maybe i'm just inept in this area. LoL that's a laugh. My body knows I'd be a champ. But it also listens to my head. Maybe that's what's the problem. Who knows? All I know is that i'm drowning in a box of condoms.