The Nice Guy

I wish
I was good
At something
Something useful
That people found
To be good
They'd ask for advice
And since I am nice
Oblige them I obviously would
I hate to sit there
Staying silent
So people won't think
"He's a fool!
I can't believe he can form so many words
And that his face isn't covered in drool!"
I'm sick of searching
For a purpose
When no one cares
Perhaps
I'll just take the laughs
And run
I'm not sure
I was even seen
By the girl of my every dream
Is it time for iced cream
The future is still bright it seems
Or at least that's what's said to me
I don't quite see it
But I want to believe it
So maybe I'll achieve it
Though honest to goodness
I'd want her to want to
Walk along with me