Pity

A cold, dark Monday morning,
I see you in the distance without warning,
You look back at me like I have no one,
You gaze at my chest like I have no fun,
I don't want to be your geek that smiles giddy,
I don't want to be your product of pity,
My life is but, a maze of myths,
My imagination's at, my fingertips,
My mind is but, a world of scary and forgotten thoughts,
People sigh at my face because it doesn't say a lot,
On the bus, you and your lover share kisses,
Marriage in his mind, he so wishes,
Someone to shine your shoes and do your dishes,
My mind is full of hopes and wishes,
Maybe yes, maybe someday, I'll fulfill those wishes.
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Another old poem, from when I was about half my age (I'm 36 to give some perspective).  About a chick I liked at college and about how I could never be with her because of my (real or perceived) inferiority to her in the dating and social realm.  And, on the city bus one evening after school, I saw her sitting with her then boyfriend and then she glanced my way and gave me a look of sympathy, or rather pity.

A musical poem, but could also be a Love-shy or Incel POV poem.

An oldie, but a goodie....

NOTE: I did the best I could with audio.  I recorded myself playing the Kazoo first then recorded me singing with the Kazoo track playing in the background.  This is the basic tune if it were done with guitar (which I can't play).