Unprepared

So many pages of scribbled rhymes So many books I've read Encased by my costume of indifference While inside I hang by a thread None of my teachers have prepared me for this Yet no textbook could help me now Each of my rhymes that fancied love Showed no trace of the when or the how i don't know what it is but this is not it I cannot lie to myself or to him Yet I can't end it all- I care for him so much! But I don't see how both of us can win So my choice is simple, it has been made He is much more fragile than I I'll let him die out of his feelings for me I guarantee not much time will pass by 'Cause I'm not that great, not physically I'm fat, I'm short and much more But maybe that's what he sees in me? He keeps going while others stop at the door And in all these pages of scribbled rhymes I never would've guessed it all In all these fantasies I've engrossed myself in Compared to reality, my imagination runs small