So What

So what if I have a crush on him?
I’ll never act on it
So what if everyone says that
Right before they steal some one away?
I’d never do that
So what if I can imagine kissing him?
He doesn’t even like me that way
So what if writing this makes me sad?
Admitting what I’ll never have
And so what If I can't think of a good way to end this poem?
Whose reading it anyway...