The Circus Elephant

Sometimes I feel like I am on a show, with the spotlight put on me.

An uncomfortable show.

The feeling of being dragged around like a circus elephant, and all the ah's and wow's around me.

I hate it.

I know that the person is sincere, but I feel scared, afraid, frightened, trapped...picked apart.

Used.

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I dont know why I am so picky.

I like the idea of being in love.

But not in love.

I have come across many, but all have failed terribly, and now, I have a premonition that another one is going down. Or maybe it is just me, trying to stop the tide on both side.

Edit: Maybe I havent found the right one yet.
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