Way too fool to be loved

All the time now I ask myself why
in twenty-two years I’m still so shy,
so freaked-out of face-to-face contact,
with opposite sex to interact,

especially with boys I fancy.
There is something wrong with me, I see.
But once I gather enough courage
I’ll do everything to build a bridge.

But sometimes I try over too hard
to find a way to the someone’s heart.
Then I do something foolish, silly,
for what he’ll despise me lifelongly.

Moreover, I tend to be naive,
get disappointed when I believe
people better than they really are.
In this I’ve never proved right so far.

I’m not very easy to get, yet
once in love I just get too attached.
I dream too much and hardly let go.
Thus no one wants me, to my sorrow.

R:

There’s no sense in what I do,
cause I’m torn in two.
The heart says yes, the brain says nay.
Whom should I obey?
But no matter which one I choose,
either way I lose.