Why Now?

Why now? 
When I finally should be happy, 
why pop up now.
Why not when I needed someone. 
I get to see you ever day, 
I don't even get to see my supposed you
every day. 
How am I supposed to love to people? 
Polar opposites never the less. 
Break it right down the middle and give them both a half. 
One won't even want half of my heart, 
never the less me. 
All I can do is look from a far. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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