Poem by Paul> Untitled
- Does she notice me? How can one tell?
I'm asked why I bend over backwards for her, like
it's a choice I make.
Can they ever understand that it's done
Can they not see there's just no other way I could be?
I am me for her.
She makes me me.
Does she notice me? Does it even matter?
I don't do it to be noticed. I do it to be me.