When the ones you like don’t like you
no matter how you try, no matter what you do
it’s a pitiably sordid state in which to stew.

There.
I said it.
I meant it.
I said it in rhyme, so you KNOW I meant it.

It’s frustrating as hell when the ones you like don’t like you back
as if there’s simply something fundamental you lack…
I don’t need to go down this road again, do I?

It might be because you’re so needy around them.
They feel the desperation of your interest, perhaps.
They smell the fear of rejection on your skin.

And maybe that’s what repels you
from those who occasionally like you, in turn.
Could that be it?
It’s the Circle of Like
spinning round and round.
The Circle of Like
going ever down.
It’ll make you frown and take you to town.
It’s the Circle of Like.

I meant that, too.

You know it
because it rhymed.