When is my turn

Everyone my age,

Seems to be experiencing some great love.

While I push my self away before anyone can get close.

Maybe it has to do with my parents,

How I’ve grown up with them fighting,

And never even heard an I love you.

Or maybe it is being told for years,

You’ll never be pretty or good enough.

Or it might be that I am scared,

I am terrified of getting my heart broken,

So I build up all of these walls.

But what I think is truly the reason is,

The fact I’ve been foolishly in love with someone,

For over a year,

Who I will always be 2^nd place to,

And I can’t seem to get over.