Insecurity,

Driving through the rain,

Tears falling down,

Cannot hide the pain.

 

How do people do it?

How do they go on?

How do they still not know

That this must be wrong?

 

Call me what you will,

A prude, naive, or backward,

But still I can't believe

Your way isn't fractured.

 

Why enter a relationship

Without course or direction?

Do not throw your heart away

On the whimsy of affection.

 

Why give your all to them

Without wanting commitment?

And why do you keep doing it

And expect things to be different?

 

I cannot ask your pardon,

Unless I'm too direct.

But maybe saying it this way

Might have some affect.

 

I will not submit to this.

'Don't think I dramatize, still,

I'll wait for the right one

And I'll not compromise.