Self-Pity By: Jonathon Edelson

She is the love of my life; she is always in my heart.
But every glance from her is thrown a mental dart.
I love her and I hate her at the same time.
I hold in my feelings as if I am a mime.
Hiding behind the insecurities of others.
I cower vehemently under the covers.
They are covers of hidden emotions.
Love and heartache are a dark and deceptive lotion.
But I have to have hope.
Or I sit around all day and mope.
However, I do so anyway.
I am a shy and shameful creature.
She is my love; she is my bind.
An innocent glance is like stepping on a mine.