I know I was a fool,
naïve in my youth.
Weeks spent growing courage,
I practiced in front of the mirror.
All I wanted was a chance.
You fixed that, didn’t you?
Your friends gathered as you shot me down;
you all shared a laugh.
I learned from that.
I have a heart, but I can’t show it.
Years later, she wonders why I don’t share.
She feels like I’m not fully invested, even though I am.
She’s forgotten that she was in that group of girls.
She’s forgotten because it was just another day, and another loser.