The problem is..

You give me a reassuring look and turn around to go on with the coversation you're having with your friend. You're talking with him, but you keep looking at me to make sure I'm not bored. Me getting to know your friends was your idea. I believe you thought that would make me get to know you better. The problem is, I don't want to.
I'm having small talk with your friends. You join us. You nod to every word I say. You probably think that would relieve me. The problem is, it doesn't. You act like you understand me, like I make sense. You discuss my thoughts with me without any disagreements. You agree to every word I say. You listen to me. Do you really think I make sense? Do you think what I say is understandable? The problem is, I don't make any sense. Why do you then pretend to know what I mean?
Do you think that would impress me? That we think alike? The problem is, I don't get myself. How can someone get me and fully understand what I am saying when I myself can't understand what I am saying? Besides, I wouldn't be too happy to know that we think alike. That would mean you're also totally messed up.
I got lost in my thoughts, you keep repeating my name until I finally come back to the real world. You introduce me to a friend of yours. The problem is, I'm not interested in any of this. I didn't even want to come, but you made it sound like I had no other choice. Why do I listen to you? Is it because I want to figure you out? Because that would give me one more chance to get to know you better? To understand the reason for your behaviour? I look at you during that introduction. Your eyes sparkle. Why are you so happy? Are you proud of yourself because you're accompanied by someone? Is it because you think you've impressed me? Or because you think I'm drawn to you? The problem is, I'm not. At all. Why do you guys care about being seen with a girl in public more than you care about the girl herself? The problem is, that's superficial.
Your friend gives you a victorious look that is followed by a wink. I can't understand what that means. Does that mean you both think I'm drawn to you? Do you really think I could possibly be attracted to you? Why? Do I even know you well enough? The problem is, I don't. All I know is that you are good at making others think you understand them. Why are you acting like that? Do you think I like you? Do you think I'd take your jacket and let you walk me home? The problem is, I don't and I never will. Never. You seem to enjoy this. I convince myself once again that one can't possibly relate to any of my messed up thoughts. But then I reconsider it for a second. What if he really gets me? What if he really likes the way I look at things? The problem is,- even if that's true,-you only exist in my head. Nowhere else. That's the real problem.