Chances

Isn't funny how we're so different?

Your popular,funny, and confident

While I'm  one for blending in

So I know my chances here are thin

Intriguing how we live in such different social contexts

Yet we all follow this concept

And we, as human beings we are, still feel the same kind of feeling

And I know we have our different dealings

Even if my feelings could be returned 

Without struggle, indifference, nor scorned

How do I know you would stay?

A question a I ask myself while I lay awake

I can't help but think of you

I hate the things you make me do

The things you make me think and feel

what if these chances can be real?