I can not be a spy.

I am tired of living a double life.

I cannot even deceive myself.

Living a life in secret

producing a facade

to please men and feminists.

These same people wont hesitate to let you drown in your problems.

I stopped carrying my wallet around

i carry enough problems with me.

All these problems

revolve around

skin tone,

short or tall,

fat or thin.

My friends tell me i am dark,

My grades tell me i am bright,

Quite confusing huh?

I have heard the words 'I love you'

so many times,

i don't know when its real anymore.

When i got a girl friend

i thought i had hit the correct score,

Every time she told me 'I love you dear'

i would rush to social media

to boast to my peers.

For her, my heart would scream

But her heart?

only responded to pizza and ice cream

I thought we were the perfect match,

sadly matches burn..

What Kind of love is this!??