A poem I wrote some time ago.
I stand here at this point in life, wondering what to do
I stand here at this point in life, wishing I had you
But as I stand here idly wishing, I turn and gaze anew
At the man I hate with the one I love, it's you, it's you, it's you
I see you with this perfect man, grinning up at him
I see you with this bastard man, and I envy him
But as I watch you two alone, I know I'll never be
The perfect man you always seek, the one you think is he
He's not perfect, it's tough but true, I know it for a fact
Pleas allow me to explain before you choose to act
I know so many of his secrets, like his identity
His lifestyle, favorites, habits, hobbies, and even family
I know the biggest secret, and will share it so you'll see
This perfect man that I hate
is me, it's me, not Me