Idky...

Where in their thoughts do I fit in.?. It's not like I wanna tell anyone no bcuz we all have our own attractions to play with... I jus wanna know who it is they believe me to be... What is it they see in me.?. Through eyes that gander upon my skin to the interest taken from a far... What is it in the reaching of my heart.?. What's so different about me that depths find curiosity wanting to get know who it is I am.?. I'm jus another face in the crowd that hasn't even looked up to be seen as a man... As it's strange that an other could possibly think I'm someone that strikes a nerve... Even settled in to a sweet spot deep in their mind creating the beginnings of worth... I don't know the image in minds that come along jus wanting to get to know who's hiding within... Why me if all people do some feel drawn me for when they see me they jus wanna grin... I'm jus me n nothin more... N I'm not understanding what special quality I possess to be wanted as if my words are to lure... I jus wanna express the truth of the matters I found to reason with... Feeling that tickle come n go within my own ribs... Maybe I don't see me how an others sights can accept my physical presence... I'm jus casually moving along not claiming Roger side the fence... In my own lane n outta the way so I don't come face to face with a luv'r instead of a friend... Do they know if I were to look up I wouldn't wanna stop as if there is no end.?. I'm not looking to hurt or feel the need to abandon anyone at all... Yet, here n there a conversation comes along proclaiming they comprehend the way I stall... Tryin to see if I'm willing to get close enough to be seen in person as if I'm worth a shot at their comfort looking for a norm... N for the life of me I don't get it bcuz I'm no one better than anyone else coming n goin... I'm not for jus anyone for they find me n leave me alone in the same breath... Only if they knew they'd be over me sooner than the heart can pump a beat within their chest... Can I please see, find or feel what is goin on even approached by others in which I run from.?. I'm having a hard time trying to relate to why I stand out as the one who doesn't care to be fucked... I'm not all that... N I ain't about to put in a show to explain my past... I've already been told I ain't shit by luv a few times over staring me down... Why me when there's so many others waiting to come unwound.?. As I watch them loose interest in the obvious n find someone else instead... Like it was me they truly found crossing thoughts in their heads... Moving outta the way for the next one to claim what's to be given ease... As I sit with myself in wonder of how can I believe...