I wonder...

I wonder why me loving someone always feels
like I’m committing a crime. What the issue is?
I wonder why the more I try to let someone
know I like them, the further away they scared run.
I wonder what’s going on in the head of yours
when you see me that it triggers your flight response.
I wonder what you are afraid of that I’d do.
Rest assured I’ll hold true to what I promised you.

I wonder whether you see me as some monster
as I fear you do, hardly a humanaster.
I wonder: Is it too much to ask for basic
respect to me as a human? Don’t be a prick!
I wonder whether it’s too much to want to know
why you reject me and hate. It’s such a hard blow.
I wonder if it’s illogical to demand
an explanation why it had to this way end.

I wonder whether you will ever realise
I’m not as bad as you so conceptualise.
I wonder if I’d ever get a chance to prove
that to you and thus your outlook on me improve.
I wonder what to do for us to get along
normally. I have never done you any wrong.
I wonder: Why then do you despise me so much?
What should I do so that you would forgo your grudge?

I wonder: Is it so bad to admire you
as an inspiring person the way that I do?
I wonder what’s your true opinion of me
and wish you would once expound yourself honestly.
I wonder whether someday you’ll be able to
look at and talk to me like with others you do.
I wonder ’bout this all and wish we could be friends
or at least chat sometimes like with an acquaintance.