Why Is It

Why Is It
Why is it that,
I'm always jealous of other guys?
And that I don't stack up?
Why is it that,
I never see that I might actually be good at something,
Or that I always see someone better?
Why is it that,
When I see you laughing,
I hurt a little?
Why is that,
When I see you have a good time,
It's always with someone else?
Why is it that,
Everything I do,
I'm scared?
Why is it that,
I feel so insecure?
So insecure that I never can do things,
I only imagine them.
Why is it that,
You've won my heart,
Yet I'm still trying to find ways,
To see how much you feel back?
Why is it that,
I'm just so scared and paranoid,
When nothing really bad happens?
Why is it?