A Klutz and her Dreams

Do my eyes give way to what I’m thinking when I look at you?
Do they tell a story I’m to afraid to speak of?
Do my true feelings shine through?
Do they hold a glimmer only to be seen by you?
Do they let you know what you do to me?
I hope not because I don’t see any of those things when I look into your eyes.
Instead I am faced with reality,
The reality that you don’t want to be with me.
I see the way you look at other girls.
As I sit by and watch you flirt endlessly with them,
I think of how that used to be me.
And now… you just ignore me.
Act as if you want nothing to do with me.
Why?
What’s wrong with me?
Life is not reality.