That smile.

The way he walks.

The way he talks.

The way he makes me laugh by the simplest things, leaving a smile on my face for the rest of the day.

He makes me happy.

Too bad he'll never know;

I'm too ashamed to ever tell him--tell him how much I like him, how many countless times I think of him during the day; how many times I just wait to walk past him, or see a glimpse of him by my locker.

He'll never know.

Because I'm not good enough for him;

Just like I'm not good enough for any guy.

I`m just..me.

Simple, boring, plain.

I know it too.

Brown hair, chocolate eyes, and a simple smile that couldn't possibly make any guy's day.

I'm not pretty, nor do I have this amazing personality.

I'm not incredibly intelligent, or amazingly pretty; I have a low self-esteem and horrible self-image of how I look.

I could go on and on about how I'd change this and that about myself.

But I can't.

So do I give up?

Should I hate myself for just being .. me?

The world tells me I'm nothing special. I wouldn't make it. It's a game and I'm just a player.

But I still try.

I may not be 'that pretty' or 'the best person you've ever met', but I still have hope.

Maybe I'll make a difference, or do something special.

Maybe I won't get this guy I really like right now, but I might get someone better.

Someone who likes me for me--Someone who appreciates me and loves me for myself.

So I'll just..be myself.

Simple, boring, me.