I know you’ll never read me.
I know you’ll never follow me.
I’ve resigned myself to the sad fact that
you’ll never deign to favorite me,
or acknowledge my existence.
You’ll never lump me in the perused & bemused
tantalized sweetly, engaging your attention completely
category, as you do all the rest, or the one or the two…
and, it’s ok.
I have my inner voices of affirmation
and delusions of grandeur
to keep me warm and cozy.
And who knows, maybe, just maybe
one day you shall take the plunge and see me,
really~ truly~ finally
and if not
I will still always believe in me
I will always know I am worthy
I will always know that my existence
is what makes me Beautiful