My Non-existent Lovelife

Where in the world did I go wrong?
Why am I living life alone?
Why can't people see me?
How come I remain unknown?

I'm usually the life of the party,
But I'm stuck in people's shadows.
Another piece of furniture,
another flower of a meadow.

I'm always giving away love,
Karma never gives any back.
What is it that everyone else has?
That very thing that I seem to lack?

Am I missing the attracting beauty?
The confidence, humor, or personality?
If other's fantasies can cross into existence,
Why can't mine also become reality?