Roses and Violets

Roses are red, violets are blue,

This kind of poem is way over used,

Won't claim I'm romantic, won't say that I'm tough,

I'll say that I love you, I hope that's enough,

No good at relations, but that you can tell,

But I know my feelings, yes I know them well,

If they say I love you, they've no reason to lie,

But I never hear them, for I'm way too shy,

Sometimes I will hear them, as they start to shout,

But I'm way too nervous, way too full of doubt,

I'm quiet and different, labeled often as weird,

A loser, a creeper, to be laughed at and feared,

But losers have feelings, of that I am sure,

Cause they won't stop screaming, "hey, go talk to her",

The point of this poem is to say that I care,

Inside me I'm sure, the feelings are there,

So remember this poem, next time I walk by,

I may find the courage to say more than "hi".