People don't realize,
Or stop to even blink,
That I maybe humanized.
A blonde I may be,
To see what they desire,
But most don't see me,
Yet, I do grow tired.
Will I ever be good enough?
Always second best it seems,
Never the one thought of,
On the Day of Valentines.
Don't know what's wrong,
A good person is worth a risk,
When a person has fallen,
In love with another, it's sick.
When the other doesn't think,
You are as special,
As you might feel your instinct,
Before you hit hard from the fall.
