She's just not that into you

I was looking at old documents in my computer, and I found this poem I wrote in high school. I am cracking up... Hope you enjoy!

This poem was written in lieu of Shakespeare’s sonnet LXII, in which the self-absorbed speaker boasts about his good looks and self-love. The woman he loves tricks him into thinking that he is attractive when, after facing rejection, he looks into the mirror and finds what manner of man he truly is.

(Self) Love Hurts

I caught a glimpse of a glance from a glamorous girl-
The girl that I adore.
She just gazed so long and hard at me,
That’s something I can’t ignore.

I pretended not to notice her,
As I sucked it in and flexed,
I hoped she wouldn’t notice that
My flawless heart was vexed.

So on my way, at the end of the day,
When my heart was filled with glee,
My voice cried out and gave a shout,
Wow, she noticed me!

When I passed the mirror the following day,
I just couldn’t help but state,
“Man, I look good today-No-
I look great!”

As I headed out the door
And made it safe to school,
I found it wasn’t me she loved,
But over another she chose to drool.

Now I know the truth,
It all was just a game.
She used her charm to cause me harm
And broke my heart-the same.

When I get home from school tonight,
And gaze into the mirror,
I know that I will see a sight
That will be ugly to appear

Then what’s left to do-
Just sit around and stir?
Well, I know she’s not in love with me,
But I’m still in love with her.